Posted by Dar on 3/29/2017 to
The Lover's Arms Series
Camille is sitting on the bed with her bent legs out in front of her, arms resting on her knees, head tilted to one side as if she’s listening for the click of the door lock opening, for Milo to come home from his work out.
She’s perfect.
It really is uncanny. In the candlelight, you would swear she is Kira. They have the same slender limbs and tan skin, the same dark, asymmetric hairstyle. She’s even wearing Kira’s lingerie – a sexy low-cut babydoll.
It started as a way to keep Milo hard, a spur-of-the-moment fantasy, but now it’s the way they do things, and Kira could not be happier.
You see, Kira is not a multi-tasker in the bedroom. She spends her days taking care of a million details, juggling a thousand tasks at work. In bed she prefers things simple. Since she works so hard, she likes to be rewarded at the end of the day with what she likes the most.
Kira likes to get licked.
And Milo loves to lick her, he really does. She is delicious, and Kira has the most perfect, sumptuous little pussy he can imagine. But sometimes, after a marathon of pleasing Kira with his lips and tongue and fingers - and since Kira doesn’t do 69, because she only wants to do one thing at a time - Milo would sometimes go a bit soft from lack of stimulation.
He didn’t mind, because pleasing Kira is always his top priority, but when that happened, he’d need something, some touching or a little sucking to get him hard again. By the time he was fucking Kira, she’d long since had her orgasms and had to start all over again. It didn’t rank high on the list of serious problems, but it was a bit of a bother.
One night, while he was doing a particularly great job on her, Kira said, “Oh, Milo, I wish you could fuck me and lick me at the same time.”
Milo had no trouble staying rock hard with that image in his mind.
So Kira got into the habit of talking about it. She’d tell him to put his fingers in her, and say how she wished they were his cock. Then one night a pillow somehow got kicked to the end of the bed, and Milo straddled it and started… well, there was no other word for it. Milo humped the pillow.
Kira was surprised by how hot that made her. She started talking about how he could fuck another woman while he was licking her, and then Milo did this thing where he moaned while he sucked on Kira’s clit, and the vibrations sent her over the edge.
Later, as Kira off stripped the wet pillowcase, she made up her mind about what they were going to give each other for their anniversary.
Milo was a little nervous about the whole thing it at first. He didn’t want Kira to think he really wanted to fuck another woman. He was deliriously, head-over-heels in love with Kira, and only interested in having sex with her.
But he had to admit that fucking while sucking was the best thing he’d ever done, even if he was only humping a pillow, and doing it with a realistic DreamGirl doll would be even better.
So they’d ordered Camille. They tried to pick the doll that would look and feel the most like Kira. Same height and build, same eyes and colouring, same hair, above and below. It wasn’t difficult to customize her at all.
Then it was Kira’s turn to be nervous when Camille arrived. Maybe it had been a mistake to order a doll so much like herself. But as soon as they unpacked Camille, she knew they’d made the right choices. Camille was so lifelike, and beautiful, they were both smitten.
Now Kira delights in sharing Milo with Camille. They try out different positions all the time. Camille weighs a bit less than Kira, which makes it easy for Kira to dress her up and play with her, but she weighs enough - and is remarkably flexible enough - that they can have Camille ride Milo while Kira sits on his face. They worked out all kinds of ways he can go down on Kira while he’s inside Camille’s pussy or ass or mouth.
Milo would never do that with another woman, but with Camille he can do anything. There’s no end to the fun.
Kira likes to run her hands all over Camille’s soft skin and feel all her curves. When she does it in front of Milo, it drives him crazy, especially when she rubs their tits together. Milo loves to watch his wife snuggle up with Camille and kiss her.
Kira walks over to the bed. She had to adjust the straps, and the lace had to stretch to fit Camille’s bigger breasts. They’re just a bit larger, with the nipples pointing up slightly more. Kira loves the variation. So does Milo. And Camille looks lovely in the babydoll.
The black lace of the matching robe skims the middle of Kira’s trim thighs. Kira is wearing nothing else. When she checks herself out in the mirror, she can see Camille on the bed behind her. They both look stunning, and she loves it when they can share an outfit like this.
Kira hears the front door unlock. She leans down to plug in the USB cord to the vaginal warming rod that is nestled inside Camille. She checks to make sure the water-based lube is on the bedside table. Kira likes everything to be prepared ahead of time.
She fixes a strand of the doll’s hair that’s slipped over her face. “You look gorgeous,” she whispers.
“Kira, honey, I’m back!” Milo calls from the other room.
In the flickering candlelight, Camille seems to smile at her.
“We’re in the bedroom!” Kira calls back.
It really is uncanny. In the candlelight, you would swear she is Kira. They have the same slender limbs and tan skin, the same dark, asymmetric hairstyle. She’s even wearing Kira’s lingerie – a sexy low-cut babydoll.
It started as a way to keep Milo hard, a spur-of-the-moment fantasy, but now it’s the way they do things, and Kira could not be happier.
You see, Kira is not a multi-tasker in the bedroom. She spends her days taking care of a million details, juggling a thousand tasks at work. In bed she prefers things simple. Since she works so hard, she likes to be rewarded at the end of the day with what she likes the most.
Kira likes to get licked.
And Milo loves to lick her, he really does. She is delicious, and Kira has the most perfect, sumptuous little pussy he can imagine. But sometimes, after a marathon of pleasing Kira with his lips and tongue and fingers - and since Kira doesn’t do 69, because she only wants to do one thing at a time - Milo would sometimes go a bit soft from lack of stimulation.
He didn’t mind, because pleasing Kira is always his top priority, but when that happened, he’d need something, some touching or a little sucking to get him hard again. By the time he was fucking Kira, she’d long since had her orgasms and had to start all over again. It didn’t rank high on the list of serious problems, but it was a bit of a bother.
One night, while he was doing a particularly great job on her, Kira said, “Oh, Milo, I wish you could fuck me and lick me at the same time.”
Milo had no trouble staying rock hard with that image in his mind.
So Kira got into the habit of talking about it. She’d tell him to put his fingers in her, and say how she wished they were his cock. Then one night a pillow somehow got kicked to the end of the bed, and Milo straddled it and started… well, there was no other word for it. Milo humped the pillow.
Kira was surprised by how hot that made her. She started talking about how he could fuck another woman while he was licking her, and then Milo did this thing where he moaned while he sucked on Kira’s clit, and the vibrations sent her over the edge.
Later, as Kira off stripped the wet pillowcase, she made up her mind about what they were going to give each other for their anniversary.
Milo was a little nervous about the whole thing it at first. He didn’t want Kira to think he really wanted to fuck another woman. He was deliriously, head-over-heels in love with Kira, and only interested in having sex with her.
But he had to admit that fucking while sucking was the best thing he’d ever done, even if he was only humping a pillow, and doing it with a realistic DreamGirl doll would be even better.
So they’d ordered Camille. They tried to pick the doll that would look and feel the most like Kira. Same height and build, same eyes and colouring, same hair, above and below. It wasn’t difficult to customize her at all.
Then it was Kira’s turn to be nervous when Camille arrived. Maybe it had been a mistake to order a doll so much like herself. But as soon as they unpacked Camille, she knew they’d made the right choices. Camille was so lifelike, and beautiful, they were both smitten.
Now Kira delights in sharing Milo with Camille. They try out different positions all the time. Camille weighs a bit less than Kira, which makes it easy for Kira to dress her up and play with her, but she weighs enough - and is remarkably flexible enough - that they can have Camille ride Milo while Kira sits on his face. They worked out all kinds of ways he can go down on Kira while he’s inside Camille’s pussy or ass or mouth.
Milo would never do that with another woman, but with Camille he can do anything. There’s no end to the fun.
Kira likes to run her hands all over Camille’s soft skin and feel all her curves. When she does it in front of Milo, it drives him crazy, especially when she rubs their tits together. Milo loves to watch his wife snuggle up with Camille and kiss her.
Kira walks over to the bed. She had to adjust the straps, and the lace had to stretch to fit Camille’s bigger breasts. They’re just a bit larger, with the nipples pointing up slightly more. Kira loves the variation. So does Milo. And Camille looks lovely in the babydoll.
The black lace of the matching robe skims the middle of Kira’s trim thighs. Kira is wearing nothing else. When she checks herself out in the mirror, she can see Camille on the bed behind her. They both look stunning, and she loves it when they can share an outfit like this.
Kira hears the front door unlock. She leans down to plug in the USB cord to the vaginal warming rod that is nestled inside Camille. She checks to make sure the water-based lube is on the bedside table. Kira likes everything to be prepared ahead of time.
She fixes a strand of the doll’s hair that’s slipped over her face. “You look gorgeous,” she whispers.
“Kira, honey, I’m back!” Milo calls from the other room.
In the flickering candlelight, Camille seems to smile at her.
“We’re in the bedroom!” Kira calls back.
