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Famille Unie malgré tout (Intro)[[ Je tiens à déposé le décore ainsi que les personnages avant de vraiment commencer à vous parlezde se que j’ai vécu plus jeune, Je vous conseil vraiment de commencer par là pour mieux comprendre le déroulé de l’histoire, n’hésitez pas a mettre un commentaire pour donné vos avis (je lie tout)si les épisodes sont trop longs, trop courts pour vous rentre une lecture meilleure pour les prochaines fois(je suis pas un AS de l’orthographe je préviens merci a vous) Bisous :* ]] Moi c’est Thomas, 25 ans 1m78 , 69 kilos brun aux yeux vert noisette Assez musclé, mais pour notre première histoire va falloir un peu remonter dans le temps, Nous sommes en 2008 au mois d’août (16 ans à cette époque)si je ne dis pas de bêtise…Ce qu’il faut savoir à cette époque c’est que je vivais chez ma mère,Katy 43ans (en 2008 ,mère célibataire depuis que j’ai 11 ans) 1 métre 65, avec de très belle forme (environ 95 D) avec un bon 40, de bonne cuisse généreuse, le ventre plutôt plat, les cheveux noirs, les yeux bleus/gris, toujours coquette, Katy: J’ai aussi une grande sœur “Marion”qui à environ 5 ans de plus que moi (21 ans)1 mètre 70, 65 kilos brune aux yeux vert, belle souhaite , des petits seinsmais une paire de fesses vraiment énorme pour sa morphologie, Marion: Je ne connais pas vraiment la famille du coté de mon père, mais malgrès tout, nous restons très famille malgrès le peu de personne du coté de ma mère,J’était puceaux à cette époque là, et j’ai toujours était attiré par les femmes matures ( encore aujourdhui, ) Es ce par rapport à mon manque d’expérience ? ( à l’époque ) Une Vraiment l’attirance de la femme, la vrai ? Une envie d’être dominé ?Que l’on me montre comment faire ? Je ne peux toujours pas répondre a cesquestions même encore aujourd’hui .EPISODE N°1: Fantasme inavoué :2008 vacance d’été , j’avais fais la grasse mâtiné ce jours là.J’ouvre les yeux et je me réveille avec une érection comme la plus part des mecs au réveille , Je me lève (tout comme mon pénis Lol), Et me dirige vers la porte d’entré de ma chambre, J’entends aucun bruit en bas, J’appel ma mère puis ma Soeur pour être sur d’être seule à la maison,sa avais l’air d’être le cas…Je retourne dans mon lit avec un énorme sourire intèrrieur illegal bahis en pensent déjà au plaisir que j’aller me faire, je prends mon tabouret, monte dessus, choppe l’un de mes magasines porno ” Quarantaine et toujours gourmande ” , Une fois sous ma couette, un peu de salive dans la mains et je commenceà me masturbé…et là !! …J’entends la porte d’entré claqué ! “Merde!! , faut vite que je cache ça ! ” Je commence a paniqué, et j’entends monter en courant les escaliers, je met balance mon magasine rapidement à l’autre bout de la pièce (me demander pas pourquoi j’ai paniqué… ) en espérant qu’il glissesous mon armoire mais en vain, ma porte s’ouvre, mon coeur bat à 300 000 à l’heure,J’ai les yeux fermé, j’entre ouvre un œil mais vraiment très peu,j’entends et vois une silhouette mais l obscurité de ma chambre,l’oeil trop peu ouvert je n’arrive pas a déterminé si c’est ma sœur ou ma mère, On s’approche de mon lit, j’entends des talons s’approché je ferme vraiment les yeux, et sent le parfum de ma mère ,puis j’entendis un ” roooo il dors encore celui là “, j’entends quelle entre ouvre ma fenêtre mais en laissant les volets fermés, j’ouvre un œil furtivement et la vois entrain de se penché vers l’avance comme si elle voyer quelque choses…Elle se penche encore plus, et je vois sa jupe quasiment remonter entièrementenfin je pense plus que c’était grâce à mon positionnement par rapport à mon lit qui me donné un vu par le bas, “Mon dieu !!!” Une aussi belle paire de fesse, Je sais que c’est mal de maté ou trouve sa mère grave ” Bonne ” mais j’était excité comme cher pas quoi juste avant qu’elledébarque, impossible de pas fixé , jupe noir , porte jartellenoir ” oh lala ” Et là gros problème , je la vois se redresser avec mon magasine porno,” Oh putain nan, la honte ” que je me dis intérieurement et l’entendsdans un soupire lâcher un ” hmmm ah d’accore “, elle se retourne je ferme les yeux, mais je senter son regard se posé sur moi,et j’entends a nouveaux ses talons se dirigé vers la porte et sorti de ma chambre…J’attends quelque minute, je ne savais pas comment affronté le regard de ma mèremais j’ai encore cette image de ma mère s’abaissent , peut être que je ne m’aurais pas masturbé avec ces images là, ce illegal bahis siteleri jours là si je n’avais pas entendu ma mèrerepartir de la maison 2 minutes après ce moment, J’ai plus de magasine porno , mais j’ai encore ses imagesSa jolie paire de fesses moulé dans sa toute petite jupe noir, je repense a ces images et termine ma petite affaire, l’énervement ? l’exitation d’avoir vu une grosse paire de fesses en vraipendant un gros excitation? ma petite affaire n’a pas très duré longtempstellement exité…Une fois terminé et toujours seule à la maison, malgré mon hésitation et ma peur de rencontrer le regard de ma mère, je décide de descendre quand même en bas direction la cuisine pour prendre mon petit déjeuné,pour le moment elle n’est pas là, mais beaucoup de questionme trotte dans la tête, pourquoi elle est rentré dans ma chambrede base? pourquoi elle a garder le magasine, ma mère est plutôt coolenfin je penses pas qu’elle m’engueulera j’ai 16 ans je penses quec’est normal, c’est même limite la honte à notre époque d’être encore puceau …enfin peut être pas au yeux de ma mère, j’en sais rien …tout ses questions pendant le p’tit dej’ devant la télévision,et la… J’entends le bruit des clefs entre dans la serrure , mon Coeur s’accélère…Fausse Alerte c’était ma grande sœur , même si j’aurais plus de facilité a parler de sex avec elle que ma mère Hors de question de lui en parler, elle passe a coté de moi, et me dis ” Oh tu viens de te lever toi, ça vas tranquille la grâce mat? ” moi: Euhh bah c’est le dernier mois des vacances j’en profite un maxMarion: Pfff Branleur va !Je me suis senti mal a l’aise, on a l habitude avec ma sœur de se diredes conneries, de s’insulté malgrès notre amour (familial) non assumé, Je suis limite devenu tout rouge,Marion: genre tu rétorque pas? moi: comment ça ?Marion: bah je ne sais pas d’habitude quand je te traite de branleurtu réponds, tu t’es vraiment branler au moins? moi: mais va te faire foutre ahah,malgré mettre repris et lui avoir répondu, j’ai bien vu qu’elleà trouvé ma réaction bizarre, Marion: Bon bref, je vais a la douche, si on se recroise pas dans la maison tu dira a Maman que je rentre pas avant 17 heure, au pire tu lui dis qu’elle m’appel Moi: ça marche ! canlı bahis siteleri Rien que le fait que ma sœur met dis en rigolant ” tu t’es vraiment branler ou quoi “, sa ma refais encore pensé a ces images de ma mère j’arrête pas d’y pensé,je sent que je commence à avoir une demi molle, c’est limite handicapant a ce niveau là…mais malgré cette p’tite conversation malaisante avec ma Sœur,ça ma donné une idée, pourquoi je partirais pas aussi de la maisonprendre l’air et au moins j’affronte pas ma mère …du moins sa me laisse le temps déjà de reprendre mes esprits,et de cherche quoi dire si vraiment une conversation s’impose avec elle,”Ouais je vais faire ça”, le seule soucis c’est que dans mon bled pommépendant les vacances d’été y a pas grand choses a faire, surtout quandton seule pote d’ici est parti en vacance…Que faire, je pense que je vais aller voir ma grand mère, si elle est là..Ma Mamie, Monica à 61 ans, Environ 1 mètre 65 assez Ronde,d’énorme seins et de grosses fesses maisSa reste une femme splendide , elle vie seule, généreuse, toujours entrain de déconné, Jeune dans sa tête, limite plus jeune que ma mère dans sa mentalitéje vous mentiré si je vous disais qu’elle n’était pas ravissante et sexy pour son age, Monica : Mais j’ai personne d’autre a aller voir, Et je ne sais pas du tout a qu’elle heure ma mère rentre, je vais me dépêché,On s’est jamais ! Ouais je vais faire ça ! Je monte m’habiller correctement, et passe devant la salle de bain …la porte était entre ouverte , j’entends l’eau coulé mais ” Merde, elles le fonds exprès ? comment veux tu pas jeter un coup d’œil”en repensant a mes mots pendent cette écrit, je me demande pas si je me chercherdes excuses pour évité d’assumé ma perversité …sa tombe c’est moi qui deviens complétement fou, depuis que j’ai affronté le tabou du fantasme avec ma mère, je vois enfin le monde autrement? peut être que ma sœur à toujours laisse un peu la porte ouverte, ou évité la buée pour sa préparation juste après? à t’elle simplement oubli de la refermé? faut vraiment que je prenne l’air là, Je passe devant la porte en me forcent a pas regarder, croyez moi que ça à était difficile..Je m’habille rapidement, et repasse devant la porte de la salle de bain, quand tout a coup, ma sœur m’appel ? ” Thomas ? Thomas ? tu peux venir juste deux secondes a la porte ? ” ……. [la Suite prochainement]….[[ N’hésité pas à me donné vos avis sur le déroulé, si sa vaux vraiment le coup de partager la suite, Bisous a tous ! ]]

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My Vacation With Gabika, Chapter 1.My vacation with GabikaThis is an old story I published in a known story site. I have change some names, though.Chapter 1.In which we meet Eva, Gabika’s daughter – I go to the all-female choir convention in Hungary and meet Eva. We promise to meet again.This is a story about the best lover I have ever had, and believe me, I’ve had a quite few. You might tend to think that this lover is a gorgeous young blond with a terrific figure, big fat bust, athletic and slim, long legs and all. A Barbie type. Well, you couldn’t have been more wrong, buddy. You might even argue, and even make some sense in arguing, that the essence of being a good lover is something that can neither be quantified nor qualified. Well, I will let you read and judge for yourself, because I am quite convinced that not only was Gabika my best lover, but that I will never, ever, meet another one who would even come a close second.But before I start describing this angel of eroticism, this saint of fornication, this embodiment of savage bawdiness, let me walk you through the events that led to our joyous union. It all began with Eva.Right after my divorce I had decided to have as many sexual partners as I could find, in order to compensate for the lack of sex I had experienced while being married to this dull, stupid, frigid and mean fruit basket whose name I will not even dare to mention. I am a good looking, average guy, not particularly attractive or athletic. Sorry, that’s simply not me. I was always the nerdy type. I keep a reasonable figure by playing squash, swimming and cycling, which I actually despise, but it helps me keep the muscle tone. I have a good and steady income and work infrequently as a consultant. So, I enjoy a lot of vacation time, which I normally dedicate to the pursuit of sensual, carnal pleasures. Since I have the time and the money it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Right. Well, sort of. My strategy was to choose a vacation destination, find a girl whom I don’t know and fuck her silly, until she begs me to stop. When the vacation ends, so does the romance! Since I am far from a chick magnet, I devised a better strategy. The vacation involved some kind of hobby convention or a gathering of sorts. That way I could pick the best chicks by being smart, knowledgeable, witty, charismatic. So I indulged in a variety of hobbies: Dancing, singing, playing music, playing bridge, I even studied languages. Once I picked up a stunning girl in a theology convention, believe it or not. Well, actually, she was more a woman than a girl, but that’s another story.Oh, forgot to mention my name: Joost Smit, nice to meet you.So this time, July 2006, it was a choir convention. I surfed the internet and stole some arrangements and headed off to Budapest, Hungary. Took a room in the Budapest Marriott Hotel, rented a very nice Mercedes Benz, organized some local women to sing my arrangement and made a very good impression. One of the girls in the choir caught my eye. Her English and German were very good (turns out she was a college graduate in Political Science). Her name was Eva. Since this is a real person, I will not disclose her last name, and it is not important. What is important, is the way she looks. About 1,70m tall, with dark red hair, nice smile and a pug nose. But what is even better is her female gear. Man, such highly seated prominent big breasts, almost no waistline and a marvelous protruding little butt that made me salivate and pray that I could shortly sink my teeth in that perfect, aromatic flesh. Ok, there were three or four other girls worth fucking in this choir, but since I did not fuck them, I also forgot why they deserve my attention. She, Eva, looked 18 or 20.But since Tamás (her boyfriend) wasn’t around, and since Eva belongs to the hot blooded, canlı bahis hormone saturated, itchy clitted wenches with a cavern that required stuffing, she proved an easy target. I didn’t even have to bribe her! I just approached her very bluntly and directly.”Eva, I really like you. I think you are a wonderful, talented singer.” I lied while smiling. If you have to lie, do it with style.”Thank you, Mr. Smit. I think you are a very talented conductor.” She lied.”You are also very pretty, and I want to get to know you better.””I… I… Me too, I know what you mean, but I have a boyfriend.””So, that means you won’t come with me for a candle light dinner in a 1 star Michelin restaurant, and then a long session in a nightclub or a disco, after which you would not consider coming to my 4 star hotel suite for a glass of cognac and an intimate massage?””How intimate is the massage? and who is going to massage whom? Listen, I don’t know….””In that case, would you happen to know a smart, young and attractive lady who would consider such an generous offer from an honorable gentleman?””I might just know such a lady…” she coyed, laughing. “I got to admit I am tempted but I don’t want you to think that I am, how do you call that, cheap girl. I don’t just jump to bed with anyone just because he happens to have money.””Alright, miss, no sex if you don’t want to. Just a romantic and nourishing dinner and a night club, then you go home. But if you change your mind you will not regret it. I’m ready to sink my teeth everywhere in your gorgeous body anytime. Do you think sex is wrong? I want you not because of my money.”Two and a half hours later she was on her back on my bed, legs spread and I was munching vigorously on her hairy snatch. I just love giving head and I got pretty good at it the last few years. She got such long and shapely legs and I just adored the little furry plumage on the inside of her thighs. Luckily for me she did not shave. I don’t appreciate girls who shave their thighs! Rarely have I kissed and licked such elegant thighs. Hmmmmm…. She wasn’t ticklish. The moisture sparkled from the pussy lips which little by little opened and split in anticipation to the oral pleasure. I know how to delay and prolong her pleasure. Slowly I kissed my way closer and closer to her clit, yet avoiding it, pressing my lips to the vulva and the Venus mound, the lippy entrance and the delicate perineum, yet avoiding direct contact with the clitoris. I started feeling her impatience. How? Well, she didn’t say much but her quivering of the buttocks, her pushy hands, her sighs and grunts disclosed her readiness. So, I dived! Man, did dive. From that moment on it was a question of intense sucking of the clit area for about 30 seconds, after which her whole waist area trembled and shook with an intense orgasm. And her cries… Whenever I have erection problems I just have to memorize her soft, agonizing cries as she came. As the moment supreme, she clutched and pressed her pudenda to my sucking lips, rubbing her clit furiously onto my lips. Whitish moisture dripped out of her hole, her muscles contracted strenuously and her asshole spassemed from exertion. Guys, remember! Don’t charge like a teenage general! Tease her first! Much more effective. I looked in her eyes, and noticed a few tears. She didn’t smile, instead her complexion was of exhaustion, relief, release and astonishment. I didn’t even have to finger her! While she was concentrating on her climax, she said a few Hungarian phrases that caught my attention. Especially got me was “Yoy d’ Jenerue” which means, “how wonderful” or something. Or simply, “Yoy!!!””Did you have a nice cum?” She didn’t understand me. Her English was academic at most.”I came here because you made me laugh and drunk and horny.””Yes, honey,” I persuaded, bahis siteleri “I mean, did you climax good? ‘cum’ is just another name for orgasm”.”Ho, ho, ho…” she laughed with her awful Hungarian drawl. “I have never had such a strong climax!!! Really, I wish Tamás would lick me like you did. He is young and clumsy. It was so good, now I feel… like I need to sleep… or hug… or cuddle…” But that far from my intention! Pointing to my hard-on I turned her attention to the fact that the man needs some satisfaction as well. It was gently bumping into the soft skin of her perfect snow white belly, nudging at the down of her navel, begging to enter.”Not now, I am too sensitive after the orgasm…. I will suck you with my mouth.” She winked and descended to my raging truncheon, wetting it with her spittle she started her oral massage. It was useless. She was such a lousy cocksucker! She didn’t even use her hands and I started to get bored. Forcefully I pushed her, put on the wretched condom and stuck it valiantly in her fuming female hole. Pinching her fabulous nipples and grabbing her delicious bottom I shoved again and again, retrieving the fuck organ out of the humid paradise and stuffing it with accelerated force. She was quite overwhelmed but her objection soon changed to approval, and thus, grunting from the effort my weight exerted on her she started heaving back, pushing and compressing her cunt to my pubic area, thus increasing the friction. I started feeling really good and aimed to my climax, after an abstention of two weeks.”Not so fast, do it slower… Yes, yes, YOY, YOY, that’s good YAW, YAW, suck my breasts, YAW, YAW, push hard, slow and hard YAW.” She was aiming for her second orgasm. Wow, multi-orgasmic! Highly unusual for such a young girl. So helping her, I adjusted my position and leaning on my knees developed the leverage needed to hit home hard. She was now pounding her fists on my back and repeating her “YOY, YOY, YOY d’ YAW”. Seizing the occasion, I ventured towards her asshole, carefully massaging it with my finger. Oh, yes, she liked that. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth opened and her tongue showed, then she scratched my back with her fingernails and shouted something in Hungarian, biting my shoulder and sending both of us to orgasmic oblivion.I was still panting from exertion, getting rid of the full condom, then returning to bed.”Ok, now we can cuddle.” I said.”Yes. Cuddle. Thank you.” There is nothing I like hearing more than a satisfied and grateful female in bed. What an ego boost, man. She wiped her tears.”My finger in your butt turned you on.” I said.”You are a good lover. I know, I have had some. Many.””But when I touched your asshole you turned wild.””I don’t like anal sex. But you really turned me on.””You don’t know anything about anal sex. You would like it with me.” I doubted it. Her butt hole was very tight indeed. She wasn’t ready for ass sex. Ass pleasure, yes. Fingers, yes. Tongues, sure, why not? But no penetration.”Tamás and I tried it a few times. It hurts.” She complained.”Is he a good lover?””Who, Tamás? No. Yes. I don’t know. He makes me climax.””Cum, he makes you cum. But not like me.””No one has made me climax… sorry, cum, like you did.” YES! I love hearing that. Man, for the first time in some years I was hard again so soon.”Look, Eva, stay here with me. Don’t go back to your cheap motel. I don’t want you to go.””I have already paid the bill.””Please, don’t go. You are such a sexy girl, I want you to stay.””But Tamás…” Goddamn, this stupid boyfriend of hers, damn him.”Please…” I tickled her nipple with my tongue. It was erect and the rubbery nubs tickled me back. I pulled her hand to my hard-on and showed her how I liked it: With plenty of saliva and vigorous rubbing. “Spit on it more. Yes. Rub it hard, here, bahis şirketleri along the corona.” It started feeling real good. Again went my finger and pressed her moist anal orifice. She didn’t object this time.”It is circumcised”.”Do you like it?””I like it. It is very beautiful and hard and smooth. And red.””But it’s not as big as…””It is thick and big and very sexy, and it smells like sex. I like having it in my mouth and my hands and my Poontsikko.” I laughed. “That’s what you call a cunt in Hungarian? Funny name.””That’s what I call it. In Hungarian it is simply Vagina.” She pronounced it VO-GUI-NO.”I like poontsikko better. I love your little poontsikko.” She had plenty of fuzzy red hair on her poontsikko.”You like my cock in your hands and mouth and… your ass???” I looked in her beautiful brown eyes. She didn’t reply. “I would love to fuck you in your ass. Do you have a name in Hungarian…” She laughed out loud. “I call it popshee. But that’s not the proper Hungarian. Do you like my popshee?” She turned around, accentuating her bubble butt and shaking it slightly. It was a perfect ass. The cheeks protruded roundly, like the bottom of a ripe peach. The bum furrow was clean and pink, and only around the smallish starry hole there grew some fluffy short red hairs. I gave her popshee a big kiss. I proceeded further below and started to suck her poontsikko again. This time I inserted two fingers in the reddish hole while licking her clit. In my position it was awkward, so I waved her popshee goodbye and turned her around. Using my fingers I massaged upwards, locating the rough texture of her G spot while sucking her poontsikko gently but firmly. Her hands pulled my hair roughly to cause firmer friction with my mouth and tongue. Grunting again and agitating her whole lower body, she called, nearly shouting: “Fuck me, fuck me now.” I didn’t have time to put on the wretched condom, nor did she care, I didn’t care, the urgency in her voice had won. I was swiftly inside her, pounding roughly, my mouth, my now cunt smelling mouth glued to hers in a never ending sucking kiss, my cock compressed in her soaking poontsikko, my fingers perforating her now accommodating popshee-hole while we both came at the same time.”So, you are multi orgasmic.” I claimed.”No, I’m not. Only with you. But you cummed also twice.””I can do that sometimes. You are very beautiful. Stay with me until the end of the convention.””But… You don’t understand, me and Tamás…””Are you going to tell him?” I interrupted.”No! Are you mad? Of course not.””So what’s the problem? You stay with me and learn some tricks. Tamás will never know. Does he plan to visit you in the hotel?””No, Tamás is in Vienna.””You see?” I played around with her mucilaginous poontsikko.”You are a pervert, and I love you. I’ll think about it. Now, let’s sleep.” Oh, gosh, I hope she didn’t mean the love thing. After all, this was just good vacation sex.”Good night, darling. And, you were right. I am a little pervert. I’m going to dream about my cock pumping your Poontsikko and your Popshee.” She slapped my arm hard, twice, turned her fabulous Popshee towards me and fell asleep. I looked at the clock, it was 1 in the morning. The air-conditioning was purring like a tomcat with a lab rat in its belly.She woke me up at five thirty in the morning, and was all dressed.”I’m going, don’t have time to explain. Here is my phone and email.””What… Why? What’s going on?””Tamás sent an SMS. He is on his way to my hotel at this very moment.””Will I see you again? You are my best singer, I need you.” I lied.”Call me, no, wait. Don’t call me. Use the e-mail. I’m not coming back to rehearsals.” I got up to take a leak. She was behind me as I shook my relieved cock. “Joost…” she begged.”what?””Can you… would you… you know… before I go one more time…” She looked confused. I sank to my knees. Raising her mini skirt and lowering her black lace panties I gave her my Joost Smit tongue specialization again, which had sent her screaming to orgasm heaven yet again

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Hornissos Erlebnisse: Kerstin (1/3)Heute ist Kerstin bei mir zu Gast. Wir sind uns einige Male im hiesigen Nachtleben begegnet. Nun ist Sommer und mit der Aussicht auf einen von außen uneinsehbaren Pool begibt sie sich zu mir. Sie trägt ein knappes Top, das keine Zweifel darüber zulässt, dass es sich bei ihr um ein klassisches No-Tit-Wonder handelt. Das ausladende Glockenröckchen lässt indes keinerlei Aufschlüsse zu, allein ihre Ballerinas lassen wieder auf Großes schließen. „Was hast du denn für eine Schuhgröße?“, eröffne ich das Gespräch.„43, warum?!“, genau wissend warum.Bei genauerer Betrachtung drängt sich ihr erstaunlich runder Hintern auf. Es wäre interessant, ihre Erzeuger zu sehen. Was für eine Melange: keine Titten, runder Arsch und große Füße!Und blaugrüne Augen, die wie Maare in eine vermeintliche canlı bahis Ewigkeit blicken lassen. In einen Hauch von Ewigkeit, der sich nun offenbart.Sie ist offensiv, richtiggehend frech. Lupft ihr Shirt, zieht es anschließend über ihre eigentümlich breiten Schultern. Ein Anblick zum Niederknien. Aber ich bleibe nicht standhaft, ich werde es.Ihre Mückenstiche korrespondieren mit ihrem koketten Lachen.„Wäre ich nicht hier bei dir würde ich wahrscheinlich wieder wichsen müssen.“Meine Eichel hämmert gegen die ihr eigene Vorhaut.Während ich mich an ihr ergötze, zieht sie den Rock aus, um den Blick auf einen – unübersehbar – prall gefüllten Slip freizugeben. Meinem Blick, der sich dem Vermögen eines frisch geschlüpften Raubvogels erfreut.Als wir in den Pool steigen, mein Schwanz im Polyester rumorend, kann ich mein bahis siteleri Glück kaum fassen! Und sie?! Tupft mit ihrem Gesäß gegen ihn und mich, lacht, und stemmt sich schnell aus dem etwas zu warm gewordenen Nass hinaus. Meine Damen und Herren, jetzt ölt sie ihren athletischen Oberkörper ein! Und ich lasse, noch im Wasser verweilend, meinen stummen Diener kommen, der ihr ein „Calippo“ reicht. Sie nimmt es, und deutet an, dass sie es versteht, zu lutschen. Ein Moment für die Ewigkeit! Doch – was nun?!Alle Macht dem Wesentlichen! Während sie ihr überzuckertes Wassereis saugt, spreizt sie ihre Beine, um den Blick auf ihr Zentrum freizugeben. Ich bin ein groß gewachsener Typ, vielleicht fällt mir auch aus dem Grunde gerade erst auf, wie groß Kerstin ist. Allein an ihren Beinen könnten sich selbst sieben Zwerge bahis şirketleri nicht sattsehen. Aber die Zwerge sind mir jetzt ebenso egal wie ihre ungemein wohlgeformten Beine. Ich will die Fotze, die den Slip schier zum Bersten bringt.Dem Pool entkommen, richte ich meine Schritte in ihre Richtung. Ans Labern kein Denken. Kerstin und ich verstehen uns auch so. Was sie eben noch mit dem Eis veranstaltete, vollzieht sie nun an meinem Schwanz, den ich ich darreiche. Sie macht es gut. Derweil ich sehe, wie sich Feuchtigkeit in ihrem Höschen sammelt (Gott steh mir bei!) zieht sie rigoros meine Vorhaut über die fette Eichel zurück. Und ich kann es nicht mehr halten. Die schnellen Abgänge sind ja bekanntlich die ergiebigsten. Ihr gelingt es, ein Großteil der sämigen Creme mit ihrem auf einmal beeindruckend sinnlichen Mund aufzunehmen. Nur um sie kurzum auf den Pimmel zurück zu spucken. Nur um den ganzen Mist erneut zu schlecken. Kerstin weiß, was Freude macht. Eine schöne Erkenntnis, zumal der Nachmittag gerade mal angefangen hat …

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Rencontre avec un couple perversComme la précédente que je vous ai conté, cette rencontre a eu lieu il y a plus de 20 ans, sans caméscope, je vous la narre donc par écrit. Je ne raconterai ici que les rencontres ou aventures hors du commun que j’ai pu vivre il y a parfois longtemps.Lors de soirées sur minitel j’avais échangé avec un couple. Nous avions vite sympathisé et avions eu de longues conversations par téléphone (surtout lui et moi).Lui, soumis et candauliste aimait être humilié devant sa femme. Elle, une sacrée vicieuse à tendance dominatrice aimait les jeux de sexe pratiqués devant son mari. Elle adorait la nouveauté et ils n’avaient jamais rencontré de travesti. Une rencontre fut prévue chez moi lors d’un de leurs passages sur Paris.Je m’étais faite toute belle. Rasée intégrale donc toute lisse. Maquillage très soigné, ma jolie perruque courte, une très jolie tenue composée d’un body vynile très échancré aux hanches, découvrant les seins, mais couvrant les bras. De jolis bas et porte-jarretelles. De magnifiques escarpins aux talons aiguilles métalliques vertigineux façon stiletto que je regrette encore. Faux ongles, bijoux, orteils vernis, j’aurais fait bander la moitié de la planète. Il ne me manque que de vrais gros seins pour être la Barbarella parfaite.Comme convenu, je suis dans cette tenue quand la sonnette retentit. J’ouvre. Une femme superbe se tient sur mon palier, son mari derrière. Je les fais rentrer.Ils ont 20 ans de plus que moi. Elle, la cinquantaine donc, belle, ou plutôt avec un charme et une classe dingue. Blonde, les cheveux au carré très à la mode à l’époque, parfaitement maquillée, de magnifiques formes du genre 90-60-90. De très belles jambes perchées sur de superbes escarpins à talons aiguilles. Des yeux d’un bleu à faire chavirer toutes les têtes. Lui, à peine plus grand qu’elle, plutôt maigrichon, en costume de qualité. Quelques attitudes, quelques gestes, et l’on voit qu’il s’empresse systématiquement de rendre la vie agréable à madame.Bonjour de convenance, elle me dit qu’elle me trouve bien plus jolie qu’elle ne l’avait imaginé, ceci augure une suite agréable.Alors qu’elle retire son manteau, je tombe sous le charme. Elle ne porte qu’une guêpière rouge foncé mettant en valeur une poitrine de rêve, une taille assez fine comparativement, des hanches larges. Les jarretelles maintiennent de jolis bas noirs, je commence déjà à bander…Elle jette son manteau à son mari sans un regard pour lui, est-ce un rôle qu’elle se donne ou la vie de tous les jours de monsieur, je ne sais pas, mais ici il est clair qu’il ne va pas avoir son mot à dire.Je l’invite à s’asseoir, la complimente sur sa beauté et sa tenue, bla bla d’usage entre femelles… Puis elle prend la main tout à coup en se rapprochant de moi et posant la main sur ma cuisse « Tu me plais beaucoup » me dit-elle. Elle passe sa main sur mon entrejambe qu’elle a vu gonfler « Je voudrais te voir jouer avec lui, humilie-le, mais ensuite nous passerons du bon temps ensemble ».Je ne suis pas facilement impressionnable, mais son assurance, son charisme, sa beauté ont déjà agi. Je suis sous le charme. Il faut que je me reprenne pour redevenir la dominatrice qu’ils sont venus voir (surtout pour son mari). – Ici et à poil ! Fait-elle à son mari en lui indiquant un espace à 1 mètre du canapé.Il applique l’ordre sans broncher en esquissant un petit sourire vers moi.- Qu’en penses-tu ? me demande-t-elle- J’ai connu mieux taillé, mais les hommes m’intéressent aussi pour leur capacité à bien me servir, à me donner du plaisir, est-il bon lécheur ?- Sa langue est indéniablement plus efficace que sa petite bite, mais pour le service il est parfait, je ne m’en séparerai pour rien au monde. N’est-ce pas Jacques ?- Oui ma chérie, j’essaie de bien faire- Tu vas voir, me dit-elle, demande lui tout ce que tu souhaites que ce soit pratique ou sexuel, il est très obéissant, ne ne gène surtout pas, fait comme s’il était à toi.Nous sommes là comme deux petites bourgeoises à papoter sur les qualités d’un valet au siècle dernier. J’avoue être assez subjuguée par la classe qui émane de cette femme, elle ne dépareillerait pas dans un dîner de l’ambassadeur. Ses gestes, son port de tête, son vocabulaire, cette façon de se tenir droite tout en affichant une fausse décontraction.J’attaque.- Jacques, commence par retirer tes affaires de cette table basse, pose-les sur la chaise. Va ensuite nous chercher la petite bouteille de champagne dans le frigo, et sers-nous dans ces coupes. Il s’exécute.Alors que nous sirotons… – Jacques, viens à mes pieds à genoux, retire un de mes escarpins et viens sucer mes orteils. Alors qu’il met délicatement un de mes pieds à sa bouche, je sens Nathalie frémir. Voilà ce qui l’excite, voir son mari dans une position et une pratique humiliante telle que celle-ci la fait mouiller, je le sens, c’est bahis firmaları une vraie vicieuse, du genre castratrice avec lui.- Mieux que ça Jacques ! Dis-je en faisant un petit clin d’oeil à Nathalie.Elle jubile, s’approche de lui pour mieux le regarder, lui dit doucement « Voilà a quoi tu sers mon chéri, à me servir et servir mes amies, tu n’es qu’un larbin, j’espère que tu vas me faire honneur avec Alex ».De mon autre pied, je tâte la petite queue de Jacques. Mine de rien il commence à bander. Il a une petite bite, mais elle durcit encore. Tout cela, car je l’humilie face à sa femme. Ils vont bien ensemble ces deux-là.Alors que Jacques me suce le pied comme un bon larbin (j’adore me faire sucer les pieds, chacun ses petites manies. Je trouve que cela installe très bien le rapport soumis/domina, et la sensation me plaît quasiment autant que me faire sucer la queue), je prends la main de Nathalie et la pose sur ma queue. Vu que le simple fait de la regarder me fait bander, la belle bosse sous mon body ne la laisse pas indifférente, et je compte sur sa main pour me faire durcir encore. C’est le cas, celle vicieuse me fait un effet pas croyable, pour tout dire ma plus grande envie est de la tringler en levrette et de la faire gémir, mais nous n’en sommes pas encore là.J’ouvre doucement le zip de mon body, ma queue raide se dresse alors, profitant de l’espace que je lui laisse. Quand je vois le regard lubrique de Nathalie qui scrute ma bite avec des étoiles dans les yeux je redouble d’excitation en me disant « ma salope, tu vas y avoir droit ». Mais avant cela, j’att**** Jacques par les cheveux et lui dit « fini de jouer petite lope, tu vas te rendre réellement utile », toujours en le maintenant par les cheveux, je le force à approcher son visage de ma queue, je lui frotte le visage dessus. Puis en le lâchant, je lui ordonne « Suce maintenant salope, montre-nous que tu n’es qu’une fiotte suceuse, et fais ça bien ! »Nathalie trépigne. Voir son mari engloutir mon gland dans sa bouche la rend dingue. « Vas-y éructe-t-elle, oblige le ce bâtard, fourre-lui ta queue au fond de sa bouche de pédale, défonce-lui » Et voilà qu’elle regarde en glissant sa main dans sa culotte et en se branlant comme une salope. « Vas-y dit-elle. Suce comme une pute sale fumier, bouffe bien la bonne queue, regarde quelle salope tu es, tu aimes ça ça se voit, tu n’es qu’une pauvre merde bonne à avaler du foutre », et son langage de charretier reprend de plus belle quand j’att**** la tête de Jacques à deux mains pour l’obliger à me prendre en bouche au maximum jusqu’à la base de ma queue. Alors qu’il étouffe et recrache en tentant de ne pas vomir elle lui prend la tête d’une main et l’oblige à bouffer ma queue tandis qu’elle se branle maintenant en se déchaînant sur sa chatte. L’effet est saisissant, « Madame » devient une vraie poissonnière, elle gueule des insultes à son mari, elle n’est plus la même, comme si son éducation venait d’être totalement oubliée. « Suce pauvre pédé, suce la belle bite tu n’es bon qu’à ça, avale tout fils de chienne, fais comme ta mère faisait, avale de la bite, c’est de famille, vous êtes tous des suceurs de bites chez les xxxxxxxx ! ».Son changement de personnalité m’impressionne, la belle dame distinguée est maintenant d’une vulgarité impressionnante, et se faisant elle sort sa magnifique poitrine de sa guêpière, me la fout sous le nez « Tiens, tout ça c’est pour toi, pas pour cette sale fiotte incapable de bander avec sa queue de vermisseau, profite, toi tu bandes, tu es une femme et tu bandes 10 fois plus que ce bâtard ».Elle repousse alors son mari violemment et sa bouche se jette sur ma queue, elle me suce en bavant comme une truie, tellement fort qu’elle me fait mal cette salope. « J’aime ta bite Alex, c’est une bite comme ça que je veux dans mon cul et dans ma chatte, pas une queue de fiotte ! ».Elle s’installe alors face à moi à califourchon « Baise-moi, montre-lui comment on baise une femme à ce bâtard ».J’ai à peine le temps de mettre une capote qu’elle chevauche déjà ma queue. Ses cris vont alerter tout l’immeuble « Vas-y, défonce-moi la chatte avec ta grosse bite, fourre moins bien à fond, baise moi je suis à toi ». Et elle s’agite, ses gros seins brinqueballent sous mes yeux, je les prends à pleine main et je lui bouffe littéralement tandis qu’elle continue ses va et viens en s’empalant de tout son poids. Ma queue est un véritable bout de bois, elle m’embrasse maintenant en bavant, sa langue s’introduit dans ma bouche, c’est une vraie nymphomane en rut que j’ai au bout de la bite. Finies les petites manières, j’ai affaire à une grosse salope vulgaire.Au bout de 10 minutes, elle se lève, se retourne sur le canapé « Encule-moi Alex, montre à ce pédé à petite bite comment on encule une femme ».Elle bave une bonne giclée de salive dans sa main et se lubrifie l’anus, kaçak iddaa puis fouille sa chatte et mouille à nouveau sa rondelle puis se rentre deux doigts dans le cul d’une traite.La vue de ce cul magnifique et bronzé, ses bas, sa guêpière d’où pendent ses gros seins, ses talons, tout cela me rend folle (il est vrai qu’il y a 20 ans je bandais bien plus qu’aujourd’hui, mais là, cette salope me fait triquer à en avoir mal).« Vas-y Alex, pine-moi sans hésiter, mon cul n’attend que ça, voilà 3 mois que je dois me contenter de la petite queue de ce petit pédé, je veux une vraie bite, bourre-moi, fourre-moi, je n’en peux plus d’attendre » dit-elle en regardant son mari.Comment résister à un tel appel, surtout en voyant ses mains écarter sa rondelle, son gros cul est un appel à la bite, je ne me fais pas prier et je rentre sans effort, madame à visiblement de l’expérience. Elle lâche tout de même un petit cri, mais reprend ses propos orduriers à peine suis-je au bout. « Vas-y, défonce moi le cul, baise-moi comme une chienne, depuis le temps que j’attends ça, montre à cette lopette comment on encule une femme, ramone-moi, éclate-moi le cul, encule-moi Alex ».Cette salope m’a mise en transe, je l’att**** par sa guêpière pour bien la maintenir et je la tringle comme jamais, je me mets moi-même à utiliser un langage cru. – Tu l’aimes ma queue bien au fond de ton cul de salope, c’est bon la bite hein ? Tu en veux encore sale pute, tu veux de la bite, je vais t’en donner ! Je sens alors la main de Jacques se glisser sous mes couilles, mes bourses ballottent dans sa main tandis que je tringle sa femme, c’est très agréable. Il se penche pour mieux voir ma queue s’enfoncer au plus profond de sa femme, il la regarde aller et venir en branlant sa petite queue de sa main libre. Le vicieux est super excité, il me donne l’impression que je baise sa femme comme une chienne avec une procuration de sa part. Il se branle vigoureusement tandis que sa femme lui jette parfois de petits coups d’oeil, et à chaque fois elle reprend son langage de charretier.Au bout d’un quart d’heure elle se dégage de ma queue, se retourne pour me la sucer, la prend en main et se lève « vient m’enculer debout », et elle m’entraîne dans la cuisine. « Défonce-moi debout comme une pute. Montre-lui comment tu baises les putes ». Et me voilà à la limer à nouveau, elle debout légèrement penchée sur le plan de travail se maintenant fermement. Son mari vient se mettre sous nous et me lèche maintenant les couilles et la chatte de sa femme alors que je ramone cette salope en la maintenant par les cuisses.Puis elle passe sur le plan de travail, sa vulve sous les yeux je continue de fourrer son cul de salope tandis qu’elle se branle le clito à pleine main. Elle me fait des grimaces obscènes, agite sa langue pour m’aguicher et en demander toujours plus. Jacques a glissé un doigt entre mes fesses, il glisse doucement sur mon petit trou, ces deux vicieux m’excitent comme une malade.On passe ensuite à quatre pattes par terre, puis dans les toilettes, dans mon lit. Elle me fait faire le tour de l’appartement pour la baiser dans toutes les positions. Elle a dû réveiller la moitié de mes voisins avec ses cris de chienne en rut. À chaque fois son mari prend les meilleures positions pour profiter au mieux du spectacle. De son côté Nathalie ne tarit pas de grossièretés, je ne me souviens pas du quart des saloperies qu’elle a pu dire, soit pour m’exciter en me demandant de la baiser toujours plus hard, soit pour insulter son mari.Voyant que je m’épuise (au bout de deux heures quand même…), elle me propose une pause. Elle att**** son mari, l’emmène aux toilettes, elle pisse et lui met la tête dans la cuvette en lui disant « Ne bouge pas, je reviendrais te chercher sale bâtard ». Elle le couvre à nouveau d’insultes, puis nous retournons au salon. Alors que j’ouvre une bouteille de Perrier qui va me faire le plus grand bien, elle s’assoit dans le canapé cuisses écartées et entreprend de se branler en me lançant des regards lubriques. Cette salope est insatiable, c’est 10 bites qu’il lui fallait, pas une. Je ne vais jamais tenir le rythme !De mon côté je peine à reprendre des forces, mon maquillage a dégouliné, ma perruque est tombée, je suis en sueur, je n’ai probablement plus l’air de rien. Ça n’a pas l’air de la déranger, elle continue de m’allumer avec des mimiques vulgaires. Elle se branle maintenant le vagin à trois doigts. De ma vie je n’avais jamais croisé une nymphomane comme elle.20 minutes de repos pour moi lui semblent suffisantes quand je lui dis que j’ai envie de pisser « Génial » dit-elle, tu va pisser sur lui. Elle le ramasse au passage dans les toilettes, nous entraîne dans la salle de bain et expédie son mari dans la baignoire. « Pisse sur cette sous merde s’il te plaît Alex ». Je ne me fais pas prier, j’adore ça, je prends kaçak bahis appui du talon sur l’autre rebord et ne tarde pas à me vider sur Jacques. Je lui pisse sur le visage, sur la queue, je reviens essentiellement sur son visage. Je vois Nathalie reprendre la masturbation de sa chatte devant le spectacle. Elle aime ça, les humiliations de son mari lui plaisent autant à regarder que lui à les subir. «  Viens sucer gros porc » lui dit-elle, « viens nettoyer comme un bon larbin la belle bite d’Alex », ce que Jacques s’empresse de faire avec délectation. Elle continue de le couvrir d’insultes en le regardant dans les yeux tandis qu’il me suce, lui se branle. Puis au bout d’un moment elle m’attire vers elle et m’adosse au lavabo.Elle lui lance un dernier « Lave-toi sale porc », puis s’accroupit devant moi et entreprend de me lécher les couilles et de me sucer. Je ne tarde pas à bander à nouveau comme un âne.Ses magnifiques mamelles ballottent doucement à hauteur de mes cuisses, ses jambes écartées lui permettent de se branler, elle me regarde dans les yeux en me suçant, puis elle me glisse doucement un doigt dans le cul. Jacques a fini sa petite douche, il la regarde en se branlant lui aussi, de temps en temps il me sourit.Alors que je suis à nouveau raide comme un bout de bois, elle prend ma place et se retourne sur le lavabo. « Encule-moi encore Alex, s’il te plaît, défonce-moi encore ». Capote enfilée, et c’est reparti ! Pendant que je la tringle en la maintenant bien par les hanches, je vois son visage dans la glace, elle prend vraiment son pied. Jacques est repassé sous nous, il me lèche les couilles, le cul, il branle la chatte de sa femme tandis que je mets toute mon énergie à mettre de grands coups de queue à Nathalie, mes cuisses claquent sur ses fesses. Elle se remet à hurler, je suis obligée de lui mettre une main sur la bouche, elle s’empresse de sucer mes doigts tandis que je la sodomise véritablement sauvagement. C’est indéniablement la femme la plus salope et vicieuse que je n’ai jamais baisée. Micro pause, elle me traîne à nouveau dans la chambre avec un sourire lubrique. Elle s’allonge sur le dos, prend ses chevilles par les mains, elle m’offre la vue de sa chatte trempée et de son cul magnifique. « Met toi-la pauvre lope »- dit-elle à Jacques qui s’agenouille sur le lit.Alors que j’approche entre ses cuisses, elle tient ma queue sur sa chatte.« Viens sucer la belle bite petit bâtard » dit-elle à Jacques, elle lui pose la tête sur son ventre et me fait signe de lui mettre ma queue dans la bouche. Elle m’attire alors vers elle pour l’embrasser.Elle me roule des pelles bien mouillées, entrecoupant cela fortement de « Pine-lui sa gueule de bâtard  – baise-lui bien la bouche – défonce lui la gueule à ce pédé ». Le petit jeu dure une dizaine de minutes.Elle repousse ensuite violemment Jacques, « Encule-moi encore, bien à fond ». Re-capote, et c’est reparti à nouveau. Ses cuisses sont totalement écartées, elle a les genoux au niveau des oreilles, je prends d’ailleurs appui derrière ses genoux pour la maintenir et je lui défonce à nouveau le cul comme une chienne. Elle est tellement ouverte et trempée, je lui donne les pires coups de bite que je n’ai jamais donnés « Encore, encule-moi, défonce-moi, insulte-moi » – Et à Jacques… « regarde comme Alex baise ta femme, regarde comme elle me sodomise bien, comme elle m’encule comme une chienne ».J’y vais de mon lot d’insultes, et je la défonce. Jacques se branle comme un dingue, je le sens vraiment très excité, il prend un plaisir fou à voir sa femme se faire déglinguer comme une traînée.Je la remets à quatre pattes, Jacques passe sous nous aux premières loges, il lèche la chatte de sa femme, me lèche les couilles, me met un doigt dans le cul. Je ne peux plus me retenir. Alors qu’elle est agrippée à la tête de lit et que ses belles fesses claquent toujours sous mes cuisses à chaque coup de bite que je lui donne, je jouis, je jouis, je jouis.Fin de soirée, ils restent se laver dans la salle de bain. De mon côté je suis vidée, pas seulement les couilles, cette salope m’a éreintée, je suis complètement chiffon, j’ai les jambes et les bras en coton, mes abdos me font mal, ma queue est usée.Ils repartent, Nathalie m’embrasse en me remerciant « Tu as été géniale Alex, merci beaucoup, tu m’as donné tellement de plaisir ». Elle est à nouveau très classe, la grosse salope vulgaire a retrouvé son attitude très distinguée. Jacques toujours discret me prend les deux mains jointes « Merci Alex, merci, cette soirée était exceptionnelle, Nathalie et moi avons passé un merveilleux moment ».Ils passent la porte, par curiosité je regarde par le judas. Nathalie a pris Jacques des deux bras par le cou, elle l’embrasse. La complicité de ce couple est fantastique. Après coup je pense que ce sont avant tout ses fantasmes à lui qui ont été réalisés, elle n’étant qu’une cochonne aimant se faire baiser.Je vais me coucher sans même me démaquiller, je suis lessivée.Je ne les ai jamais revus. Dommage… Ils m’ont laissé un de mes meilleurs souvenirs de rencontre.

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Mon histoire (4)Voilà pour mon passé amoureux et sexuel. Nous continuions nos soirées « récits » avec mon mari mais son excitation est retombée petit à petit. Je lui racontais mes fantasmes, ça l’excitait beaucoup mais un temps seulement. Bref après quelques mois, on ne faisait plus trop l’amour et mon mari se masturbait souvent seul devant internet. Un soir, il évoqua l’idée de l’échangisme pour redonner vie à notre vie sexuelle. J’étais très réticente et me suis opposée fermement à cette idée. Notre vie sexuelle était proche de zéro. Surtout, je ne sentais plus mon mari aussi épanoui qu’avant. Comme il me parlait régulièrement d’échangisme, un jour, bon gré mal gré : j’acceptais d’essayer. Il a pris les choses en main. Un samedi après-midi, il me dit qu’il avait organisé une rencontre pour le soir. Il avait fait garder les enfants et m’avait achetée un ensemble de lingerie très sexy en tulle noire qui laissait deviner mes seins et ma chatte en transparence. Je lui demandais où et avec qui mais il me réservait la surprise. Bref, en début de soirée, après un bain parfumé, j’enfile l’ensemble de lingerie passant une robe noire par dessus. Nous sortons de Paris pour la banlieue et nous nous retrouvons devant un pavillon, mon mari sonne. Un homme vient nous ouvrir, José, il est petit, typé méditérranéen et monte sur la pointe de ses pieds pour m’embrasser sur les joues. Sa femme Florence est dans le salon. Elle est blonde assez forte. Un dîner nous attend. José nous sert régulièrement du vin que je ne rechigne pas à boire car je ne sens pas canlı bahis şirketleri du tout à mon aise. José me mate tout le diner avec l’air de celui qui détaille celle qu’il va baiser. Ce n’est pas José qui me gêne mais Florence qui aguiche mon mari, sa jupe remontée elle caresse la cuisse de mon mari jusqu’à sa braguette. Je me rends compte combien je suis jalouse. On passe au salon. José allume la télé et passe un film porno. Je suis assise à droite de mon mari, Florence est à sa gauche toujours les mains balladeuses et José vient s’assoir à côté de moi. C’est Florence qui lance les ébats, elle embrasse mon mari à pleine bouche, en poussant de petits gémissements. J’ai envie de pleurer, cette grosse salope me vole mon mari. La main de José me sort de ma torpeur, il caresse ma cuisse nue remontant sous ma jupe. J’essaye de me laisser aller, l’alcool m’aide. José caresse maintenant ma culotte le visage dans mon décolleté. Pendant ce temps, je découvre avec horreur que la grosse salope est en train de sucer mon mari. José lui entreprend d’ôter ma robe me laisse debout dans mes dessous affriolants et se déshabille sans me quitter de ses yeux lubriques. Une fois nu, il vient se coller à moi et me roule une pelle en me serrant, je sens qu’il bande contre mes cuisses. Il dégage mes seins, les pelote, les lèche, les mordille puis rapidement il baisse ma culotte et sa main masse ma vulve à pleine paume. Nouvelle vision terrible pour moi, la grosse est vautrée sur le canapé cuisses ouvertes et mon mari lui lèche sa grosse moule lisse, canlı kaçak iddaa ce faisant il surveille José et moi. José fouille mon vagin avec ses doigts, pas pour me faire plaisir mais pour tâter le terrain car très vite il me fait mettre à quatre pattes, je reste là quelques instants à regarder mon mari gluant de la mouille de la grosse salope, nos regards se croisent, J’essaie de lui faire comprendre que j’ai envie de partir mais derrière moi, le temps d’enfiler une capote, José me saisit les hanches, presse sa bite raide contre ma vulve et s’introduit entièrement en moi. Je pousse un cri de surprise, lui grogne de plaisir et comment à aller et venir en me pétrissant le cul. Mon mari nous regarde, je vois son sexe raide et je sais que ce n’est pas Florence qui l’excite. Il y a un grand miroir dans le salon, je peux m’y voir et me trouve ridicule, à quatre pattes saillie par un petit portugais poilu qui s’agite en moi comme un chien en rut. Je ne prends aucun plaisir tant mon attention est focalisée sur mon mari qui me trompe devant moi. La grosse pute enfile une capote sur la bite de mon mari et se met à quatre pattes à côté de moi. Son gros cul touche le mien, elle a sorti ses gros nichons qui pendent. Mon mari la prend, elle gémit cette truie, « oui, vas-y je te sens bien, baise-moi »… Salope… j’ai envie de pleurer. José claque ses cuisses contre mon cul en gémissant, il malaxe mes nichons. J’ai envie que cela finisse mais il est endurant. Finalement mon mari est prêt à jouir, il sort de la pute enlève sa capote et se laisse canlı kaçak bahis branler devant le visage de la chienne. « Oui donne moi tout, asperge moi » elle demande, visiblement ils avaient du prévoir ça avant. Pendant ce temps, José me baise frénétiquement excité de voir sa femme qu’il encourage. Il sort et m’assoit à coté de sa femme, et approche sa bite de mon visage en se branlant. Mes épaules touchent celles de la truie avide de sperme. J’ai envie que cela finisse, je prends le gland de José dans ma bouche. Il continue à se branler en râlant. Voyant cela, mon mari n’y tient plus, il éjacule sur sa partenaire qui glousse. « Bien fait salope je me dis ». Réaction en chaine, José non plus ne peut plus tenir, il va jouir mais il reste dans ma bouche, me maintient même la tête pour s’y vider tranquillement. Il jouit avec des cris ridicules, balançant ses jets de sperme dans ma gorge. Si José et Florence pensaient que ce n’était que le début de la soirée, personnellement je n’en peux plus, je me rhabille et supplie mon mari de partir. Il s’excuse, la grosse pute a l’air déçue, limite en colère. Mais vite nous sommes dehors puis dans la voiture. Mon mari a l’air désolé de ma réaction. Il m’embrasse tendrement, s’apperçoit de l’odeur du sperme de José dans ma bouche. « Oh ma chérie… » Nous rentrons. Je me couche nue sans me laver. Le lendemain a été très pénible. Mon mari était désolé de ma réaction, il s’est excusé. Le lundi, je suppose que ce n’était que le hasard, jean-Pierre, mon patron, me lança : « alors t’as passé un bon week-end, une bonne partouze ? » J’ai rougit comme une ado bredouillant un « oui » qui l’a surpris. Si il savait tout ce que j’accepte, je pense qu’il serait particulièrement insistant pour prendre sa part de baise avec la femme mariée d’apparence si sage.

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Diana vom Türken zur Sau gemacht Teil 5Am nächsten Morgen ist mir schlecht.Wie konnte ich das nur alles geschehen lassen.Mein Freund war schon früh zur Arbeit verschwunden.Ich schnappte mir mein Handy und tippe den Türken an.D: Bist du da?5 Minuten späterD: Hallo bitte antworteS.B.: JaD: Ich muss dich treffen bitteS.B.: Warum?D: Ich kann das nicht mehr machenS.B.: Du hast schuldenD: Bitte ich kann es nichtS.B.: Treffpunkt Oldentruper Strasse Bielefeld 13 UhrD: OK ich lasse mich Krank schreibenIch schaue auf die Uhr. Mist es ist schon 12 Uhr. Ich packe 100 Euro von meinem Geld ein und ziehe mein weisses Top an dazu eine Jeans und Turnschuhe. Natürlich meinen Push BH den ich immer trage. Aus Zeitgründen stecke ich meine Haare hoch und fahre mit meinem Golf los.Es ist 13:05 als ich in die Strasse einbiege.Mein Handy vibriert.S.B.: Du bist zu spät, dadurch schuldest du mir jetzt 600 EuroS.B.: Parke dein Auto und geh bis zu BushaltestelleS.B.: Im Mülleimer findest du einen Umschlag. Mach ihn auf und schau es dir an.Ich laufe zur Haltestelle den grossen braunen Umschlag finde ich sofort.Mit zitternden Händen reisse ich ihn auf.Mir fallen einige Bilder von mir in eindeutigen Posen entgegen. Dann sehe ich 2 Briefe. Beide and die Geschäftsleitung meiner Firma gerichtet.Der eine an meinen Vorgesetzten.Sehr geehrter Herr xxxich möchte Sie bitte meine Fähigkeiten in der Abteilung besser einzusetzen.Darunter ein Bild von mir Breitbeinig.Der andere an meinen Chef.Sehr geehrter Herr yyy,ich habe durch mein Sexualleben habe ich Ihrer Firma geschadet. Bitte reduzieren Sie mein Gehalt und setzen Sie mich ein wie sie wollen.Darunter 2 Bilder wie mich Typen ficken.mein Handy vibriert:S.B.: Ich denke du willst nicht das ich die Briefe losschicke.S.B.: hast Du 600 Euro dabei?D: Nein ich habe nur 100 Euro den Rest besorge ich dir.S.B.: Du hast gestern gesagt das Du eine Hure bist. Ist das so?D: Bitte hör auf und lass es und beenden.S.B.: Ich soll also die Briefe losschicken? Deine Entscheidung.D: Nein bitte nicht.S.B.:Ich brauche nicht mehr sagen was passiert wenn du nicht tust was ich sage?D: NeinIrgendwie macht mich die ganze situation doch geil und unbewusst falte ich die beiden Briefe zusammen und schiebe sie in meine Gesäßtasche.Ich muss daran denken was meine Vorgesetzten wohl sagen würden.S.B.: güvenilir bahis geh jetzt Richtung GroßmarktUnsicher bewege ich mich.S.B.: An dem Baum vor die findest Du eine Schere. Nimm Sie und mach aus Deiner Jeans eine Hotpan. Schneide die in der Mitte so dünn das deine Schamlippen zu sehen sind. Und schmeiß deinen Sting weg.Erschrocken schaue ich mich um. Beobachtet er mich?Ich finde die Schere und gehe ein Stück in den Wald. Ich sollte weglaufen doch stattdessen steige ich aus meiner Jeans.Erst trenne ich die Beine ab denke dann aber an die Aufgabe und schneide beherzt eine V Form.Ich ziehe meinen Slip aus und lege ihn zu den Hosenbeinen. Dann schlüpfe ich in meine neue Jeans.Erschreckt stelle ich fest das es wohl etwas zu viel des guten war. Mein Hintern ist kaum bedeckt und die Hose rutscht leicht zwischen meine Arschbacken. Die Hose ist etwas weiter gibt aber bei jedem Schritt einen kurzen Blick auf meine Muschie frei.S.B.: Kürze dein Top bis unter deine Titten du Fotze.Ich mache was er sagt. Und ziehe das Top wieder an.S.B.: Zieh deine Jeans bis in deine Hüfte und ziehe den Gürtel fest. Dann gehst du langsam sie Strasse aus und ab. Ich werde dich beobachten.Ich mache wie er es verlangt hat. Meine Jeans trennt leicht meine Schamlippen und bei jedem Schritt scheuert sie. Peinlich sehe ich wie meine Jeans zwischen meinen Beinen feucht wird.S.B.: Falls jemand fragt. 20Blasen, 30 Blasen mit Schlucken, GV 40, GV Blank 150D.: Was soll ich? Das kann ich nicht. Ich bin nicht so eine. Wenn das jemand sieht.S.B.: Das habe ich mir gedacht. Überlege gut.Ein Motorrad hält am Strassenrand bei einem Baum beugt sich leicht vor und tackert ein Flugblatt an den Baum. Er schaut zu mir uns sagt unter seinem dunklem Visier du Fotze zu mir. Dann fährt er weiter zum nächsten Baum. Ich umrunde den Baum. Ein Bild von mir in Dessous. Titel: Besuch mich bitte und meine Adresse. Ich schaue dem Motorrad hinterher. Schon an 3 Bäumen hänge ich.Mein handy vibriert.S.B.: Und?D: Ich mache es bitte stopp es.S.B.: Wenn du nicht gut bist macht er weiter.Ich sehe wie der Motorradfahrer Gas gibt und verschwindet. Ich laufe zu den baumen und entferne die weiteren Flyer.S.B.: Ich schicke gleich einen Testkunden. Ist ein Freund von mir wenn er mir sagt das du keine gute Hure bist bist du selber türkçe bahis schuld was dann passiert.5 Minuten später hält ein Auto. Er fährt die Scheibe runter. Was geht bei dir fragt er. Ich denke an die Plakate und gebe mir wirklich mühe und versuche wie eine echte Hure zu sein.Alles was du willst mein süßer. Wirklich alles fragt er mich. Steig ein.Ich setze mich in sein Auto. Ich nehme mir ein Herz und streichle seinen Schwanz während er fährt. Du Sau hast es aber nötig sagt er grinsend. Wir halten auf einem einsamen Parkplatz.Was kostet es fragt er. Ich sagte die Preise vom Türken. OK ich ficke dich und dann blasen bis zum spritzen für 50? Ich nicke. Dann schauen wir ob du wirklich alles machst sagt er. Steig aus, zieh deine Hose aus und leg dich breitbeinig auf die Motorhaube. Shit denke ich wenn das jetzt wieder wer sieht denke aber an die Plakate und nicke.Ich steige aus und mache was er will. Breitbeinig liege ich vor ihm. Bitte fick deine Hure sage ich. Er zieht sich einen Pariser drüber. Dann dringt er in mich ein. Ich stöhne laut und sage immer wieder machen ja fick deine Hure. Du hast so einen geilen Schwanz. Nach ein paar Minuten zieht er seinen Schwanz raus und zieht mich vor sich auf die Knie. Er zieht seinen Pariser runter doch statt mir seinen Schwanz zum blasen zu geben dreht er sich um stellt sich breitbeinig hin und beugt sich vor. Leck mir die Eier von hinten du Sau sagt er. Ich schlucke denke aber wieder an den Türken. Ziehe seine Arschbacken auseinander und lecke von hinten seine Eier. Dabei drück meiner Nase immer wieder gegen seinen Anus. Und jetzt leck mein Arschloch stöhnt er. Ich denke nicht mehr nach und mache es einfach. So tief ich kann lasse ich meine Zunge in seinen Arsch gleiten. Er stöhnt wild auf und dreht sich zu mir um. Schon bei der Drehung zuckt sein Schwanz und der erste Samen spritzt heraus. Der rest tritt mein Gesicht. Leck ihn sauber sagt er. Ich mache was er sagt.. Dann schaue zu ihm hoch. Bitte sag deinem Freund das ich gut war. Er schaut mich fragend an. Dann hellt sich sein Gesicht auf, ich verstehe sagt er.Er nimmt sein Handy und tippt etwas. Leg dich nochmal auf die Motorhaube. Ich mache was er verlangt und er macht ein paar Bilder.Dann fährt ein weiterer Wagen auf den Parkplatz. Ich will aufstehen doch mein Freier güvenilir bahis siteleri sagt bleib liegen.3 Kerle steigen aus. Mein Freier begrüßt sie mit Handschlag. Na habe ich euch zu viel versprochen? Er sagt die Preise auf die ich Ihm vorher gesagt hatte.Nach und nach kommen noch 2 Autos und am ende stehen 8 Männer um mich herum. Sie besprechen sich und kommen dann zu mir. Wir geben dir 450Euro dann aber auch Blank.Mein erster Freier schaut mir in die Augen. Ich muss wieder an die Flyer danken und sage. Ich bin Diana euch Hure und ich akzeptiere.Der erste kommt auf mich zu stellt sich gleich vor mich und dringt in mich ein. Etwa eine Stunde benutzen Sie mich auch in meinen Arsch lasse ich mich ficken.Am ende bin ich verklebt von Sperma. Nach und nach verschwinden die Typen nur noch mein erster Freier ist da. Er gibt mir meine Hose dabei fällt einer der Briefe an meinen Vorgesetzten aus der Tasche er grinst und steckt ihn ein. Er gibt mir die 450 euro und die 50 von sich. Ich suche meinen BH aber der ist weg also nur noch das Top dazu. Du warst gut sagt er stehst du oft dort. Mal schauen antworte ich. Bringst du mich bitte zurück? ich schlucke sehe an mir herunter und gebe ihm die 50Euro. Er lässt mich am alten Platz heraus.Zielstrebig nähert sich ein kleiner fetter Typ sicher so 120KG und 170 gross also kleiner als ich. Sorry aber so Typen wie dich lasse ich nicht ran sage ich ihm gleich. Er kommt mir näher. Oh doch das wirst du! Dein Freund der Türke schickt mich. Ich schaue noch einmal in die Richtung wo der andere Typ verschwunden ist. Mir wird warm und kalt zugleich. Dreh deinen Arsch zur Strasse und beug dich vor Fotze. Ich mache was er sagt. Er zeiht meine Arschbacken auseinander und schiebt mir einen finger in dei Fotze und einen in den Arsch. Hast wohl schon gefickt was? Bist ne gute Nutte. Er zieht mich hoch und hinter sich her. Besamte Fotzen ficke ich nicht. Als wir hinter der Bushaltestelle sind verlangt er die 600Euro. Mir wird fast schlecht. Ich hatte dem einen doch die 50 Euro gegeben. Ich gebe also die 550 Euro. Hmm macht er. Nicht schlecht für den Anfang. Aber den Rest will er heute Abend bei dir abholen. Das macht 50 Euro plus Zinsen also 100 Euro. Dann wollen wir dir mal helfen. Er holt eine schere hervor und kurze das Top soweit das es genau auf meinen Brustwarzen endet. Dann holt er einen Ding hervor und schreibt auf meinen Bauch GV Blank 50Euro Blasen 10 Euro. Dein Platz ist hier hinter der Haltestelle.So schiebt er mich an den Strassenrand und verschwindet.soll es weiter gehen?

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Une autre idée du couple (1)Karine et Laurent vivent tranquillement dans leur pavillon de banlieue parisienne. A 32 ans pour les deux, ils ont situation confortable, un rythme de vie tranquille. Une même idée du couple à long terme et surtout une envie commune ne pas avoir d’enfants.Cela fait maintenant plus de 5 ans qu’ils sont ensemble maintenant. Tout est quasi parfait, si ce n’est parfois la routine qui pointe le bout de son nez. Surtout que Laurent, bien que responsable commercial dans une grande société, est plutôt discret effacé en privé, ce qui contraste avec son caractère professionnel. D’autant que physiquement il est plutôt bien. Il a un physique assez discret, brun, un peu moins d’1m80, 75 kilos légèrement musclé, bien proportionné, mais un charme certain. Ce qui le complexe le plus c’est son sexe, d’une taille certes raisonnable en action, une quinzaine de centimètres mais ridiculement petit au repos. Complexe qu’il développe uniquement par rapport à Karine, lui n’est pas spécialement actif sexuellement. Il faut dire qu’il a du mal à être excité, la passion s’est vite éteinte, et malgré quelques essais fantaisistes. Déguisements, menottes, beaucoup de choses y sont passés, pour l’instant sans succès.Karine elle est beaucoup plus pétillante dans la vie. Très élégante, 1m63 pour 54 kilos, fine avec de beaux cheveux longs, blond vénitien, bouclés. Un joli fessier délicatement rebondi, de beaux seins en poire, bonnet C. Elle aime profondément Laurent, pourtant ce problème de sexualité devient de plus en plus persistant. Elle ne veut pas à son âge déjà ressentir la lassitude illegal bahis sexuelle dans son couple. Elle veut se sentir désirée, que son homme lui montre qu’il a envie d’elle. Elle ne veut pas revivre les frissons du début, simplement qu’elle se sente femme.Un soir alors qu’ils se sont encore disputés à cause de ça, Karine décide de sortir pour aller quelques maisons plus loin chez son amie et voisine, Amanda. Cela fait plusieurs fois que cette dernière joue le rôle de sa confidente. Amanda finit par lui avouer qu’elle aussi elle a eu le même problème il y a quelques temps, sauf que depuis tout va mieux grâce à son mari, Patrick.”Tu sais Karine, on a eu le même souci que vous l’année dernière. Je voulais pas t’en parler avant parce que c’est toujours un sujet compliqué mais là je vois bien que ça vous pèse de plus en plus avec Laurent.- Vraiment ?! Je comprends pas pourquoi tu m’en as pas parlé ? Surtout que vous avez l’air si bien ensemble- On l’est, encore plus désormais d’ailleurs. Je te l’ai dit c’est un sujet pas forcément facile à aborder. Pas le fait qu’on ait eu ce souci, je veux parler de la façon dont on s’en est sort- Comment ça ? Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire pourtant !- Oui oui je sais bien… Bon écoute on a eu quasiment le même problème que vous. Pat n’avait plus envie de moi, on tournait en rond tous les deux. Du coup un jour il m’a proposé une solution radicale, qu’on invite quelqu’un pour nos ébats.- Et c’est de ça dont tu avais peur de me parler ?- Attends j’ai pas dit faire des plans à trois. Non Pat m’a proposé que je couche avec un autre homme, devant lui. illegal bahis siteleri Du candaulisme quoi.- Ouah, c’est inattendu certes mais rien de choquant non plus !- Oui enfin au début, disons que très vite Pat est devenu plus soumis que voyeur…Pour être clair c’est devenu une sorte de petite lopette, qui se travestit et se met à notre service quand mon amant est là.-…., Karine reste interloquée- D’ailleurs Mike, mon coach sportif, le beau black, c’est lui mon amant- Je ne sais pas si je suis envieuse ou effrayé par cette situation- C’est parce que tu n’as pas essayé. Crois-moi une fois que t’as goûté à un vrai mec, ton mari pour le sexe c’est fini. Cela ne change rien à notre relation si ce n’est lorsqu’il y a mon amant. Le pire c’est que Pat aime cette situation. Mais il ne fait rien de sexuel avec Mike. Il est juste travesti pour l’humiliation que cela apporte. Il n’empêche que je suis tellement épanoui depuis qu’on a commencé à faire ça je ne peux que te pousser dans cette voie, d’autant que Mike a des amis qui je suis sur te donneront envie, et qui recherchent ce genre de relations.- Je ne sais pas comment réagirait Laurent si je lui parlais de ça-Déjà toi tu en penses quoi ?- Je te mentirais si je te disais que je ne voulais pas essayerAmanda voyant que Karine était en train de céder, pris son téléphone pour montrer à Karine les photos de trois amis de Mike. Le premier était un black trop en chair pour Karine, le second un blanc dans un style rugbyman n’ayant pas plus ses faveurs. Et le troisième était un black très carré, des muscles très marqués grand, canlı bahis siteleri puissant. Karine restant bouche bée devant la photo.”Je vois que Madame a eu un petit coup de foudre- Tu crois qu’on pourrait se rencontrer enfin si je lui plais aussi évidemment parce que- Je t’arrête tout de suite ! Tu es magnifique crois moi la question ne se pose même pas, il va craquer sur toi.En rentrant chez elle Karine est toute excitée. Comme si une bouée de sauvetage venait de lui arriver alors qu’elle se noyait. Elle prépare un petit dîner, allume quelques bougies. Quand Laurent rentre il est agréablement surpris par cette attention, sachant l’ambiance qui régnait depuis quelques temps il ne peut cependant s’empêcher de demander :”Qu’est-ce qui se passe chéri ?- Assieds-toi Chéri il faut qu’on parle”Karine raconte toute la conversation qu’elle a eu plus tôt avec Amanda. Durant toute la discussion Laurent, ne fait qu’approuver sans répondre. Lorsqu’elle évoque le passage du travestissement, de l’humiliation elle voit son visage rougir. Elle choisit de ne pas relever et continue jusqu’à la fin. Sentant bien que Laurent était entre la gêne et l’excitation, elle se lève s’approche de Laurent, lui caresse le sexe et lui murmure à l’oreille :”Alors ça te plairait hein de me voir me faire baiser par un autre mec, encore plus un black avec une grosse queue pendant que toi tu serais en train de mater comme une petite lopette à côté, un bon cocu qui aime que sa femme se fasse baiser”Immédiatement Karine sent sous sa main la trique la plus dure qu’elle n’ait jamais senti de la part de Laurent, et tout cela n’était encore que des paroles.Sans tarder Karine appelle Amanda pour lui raconter, mais surtout pour lui demander de la mettre en contact avec Antoine le bel étalon black dont elle allait sûrement rêver cette nuit… certainement comme Laurent

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Draussen im Wald – 5Seit Wochen geistert der Gedanke an Euch in meinem Hirn herum….Ich muss ständig an die Erlebnisse im Wald denken, und gerate dabei von einer Erektion in die andere. Ich kann gar nicht mehr zählen, wie oft ich beim Gedanken an das Erlebte masturbiert habe, wie oft sich mein Saft auf meinen Bauch, in meine Hand oder einfach auf meine Schreibtischplatte verteilt hat.Auf Arbeit kann ich mich manchmal nur schwer konzentrieren.Unglaublich das alles. So viel habe ich nicht mehr onaniert seit ich,… ja seit ich entdeckt habe wie geil wichsen ist und davon träumte, endlich ficken zu können. Dass es dann damals dann so schnell gehen würde dass ich meine Jungfräulichkeit verliere, hätte ich nicht erwartet. Aber das ist eine andere Geschichte.Meine natürliche Zurückhaltung und meine verdammten anerzogenen Hemmungen kämpfen mit meiner Erregung und dem Verlangen euch wieder zu sehen.Aus unseren Mails und den Gesprächen im Chat weis ich, das es euch teilweise ähnlich geht. Ihr habt ein wesentlich aktiveres und bunteres Sexleben, als ich mir hätte vorstellen können. Ihr treibt die irrsinnigsten Sachen und genießt das Leben und den Sex in vollen Zügen. Haltet aber dennoch eure Partnerschaft zusammen und liebt euch innig.Eine Art von Beziehung die ich mir in meinen kühnsten Träumen bisher nicht vorstellen konnte.Das du dich und deine getragenen Slips im Internet präsentierst. Getragene Slips an begeisterte Fetischisten abgibst und die Übergabe auch gerne mal persönlich vornimmst. Dich an der Erregung der Empfänger aufgeilst. Das alles sind Dinge die für mich vor kurzem nur in der Fantasie oder in Pornofilmen stattfanden. Niemals hätte ich damit gerechnet, dies real zu erleben oder Menschen kennen zu lernen die das so offen praktizieren und das dann auch noch derartig faszinierend zu finden.Das du dich hinterher von deinem ebenfalls völlig aufgegeilten Mann ficken und vollspritzen lässt und das es genau das ist was ihn erregt. So etwas mit meiner Partnerin zu machen, wäre für mich immer undenkbar gewesen. Ich hätte mir vor euch nicht vorstellen können, dass eine solche Beziehung funktioniert. Aber ihr beweist eindrucksvoll und leidenschaftlich das Gegenteil.Es mit Euch erlebt zu haben, macht mich alleine schon beim Gedanken daran so unsagbar geil, das ich bereits jetzt wieder gedankenverloren mit meinem sich versteifenden Schwanz spiele und jedes süße Zucken und Ziehen genussvoll in meine Fantasien einbette. In den letzten Tagen habt ihr mir das Forum gezeigt, in dem ihr euch virtuell aufhaltet und ich habe einige Bilder von dir sehen können bei denen mir fast die Sicherungen durchgeglüht sind.Ich habe angefangen auf deine Bilder und die anderer Frauen abzuspritzen. Die Fotos habe ich dann, zuerst scherzhaft, gepostet wenn es gewünscht wurde.Meine Fantasie beim Betrachten der Bilder ließ mir meist keine Wahl als zu onanieren. Die Träume und Fantasien waren einfach zu intensiv. Die Frauen die sich hier zeigen, sind nicht der übliche Hochglanz – Photoshop – Misses Perfekt – Schrott, der einem überall als vermeintlich perfekte Welt präsentiert wird, den ich aber schon lange nicht mehr sehen kann. Sie sind echt, die Frauen im Forum und da draußen in der Welt und haben mit diesen wandelnden Fotomontagen nichts gemeinsam. Mit all ihren Macken und vermeintlichen Unzulänglichkeiten und Fehlern über die sie so gerne klagen. Die sie aber doch für mich nur einzigartig und begehrenswert machen. All die kleinen und kleinsten Röllchen, zu kleinen und zu großen Brüste, zu langen, zu lockigen, zu glatten oder zu kurzen Haare…. rasiert oder unrasiert. Herrlich, wunderschön und unglaublich erregend, jede auf ihre ureigenste Art.Alles ist hier ziemlich ungezwungen, die relative Anonymität hilft zu seinem Begehren und seinen Wünschen zu stehen. Einige der Frauen haben sich völlig begeistert zu den von mir verzierten Bildern geäußert, was ich niemals für möglich gehalten hätte. Es haben sich mittlerweile einige sehr nette Kontakte ergeben.Unterschwellig meine ich immer wieder heraushören zu können, das ihr gegen ein weiteres Treffen überhaupt nichts einzuwenden hättet. Wenn,… ja wenn,…. in mir nicht diese völlig überalteten und überflüssigen Wertvorstellungen toben würden. “Das ist eine verheiratetet Frau, das macht man nicht, verheiratete Frauen sind tabu, das geht doch nicht wenn der Mann dabei ist, was machst du wenn…”Herrje, was für ein Mist…. ich kann mich einfach nicht entschließen euch endlich anzurufen und euch ehrlich zu sagen das ich euch wiedersehen will, euch fast wiedersehen muss. Endlich irgendeine Entscheidung zu treffen, meine Geilheit macht mich verrückt.Aus meiner MP3 Sammlung schallt gerade von “Level42 – Lessons in Love” durch die Wohnung als ich den Irrsinn dieses Momentes erkenne und laut lachen muss. Gut das mich jetzt keiner sehen und hören kann. Eine schicke Jacke mit Ärmeln nach hinten wäre mir wohl sicher…..Ich habe die einmalige Chance verdammt viel Spaß mit Euch zu haben und diese Chance werde ich jetzt nutzen. Jammern kann ich ja hinterher immer noch. Aber lieber jammere ich weil mir die Eier wehtun weil Du sie leergesaugt hast oder mein Glied wieder vor Überbeanspruchung protestiert. Wie nach diesem denkwürdigen Wochenende im Wald, als das ich ewig jammere mit einem “hätte ich mal…”.Ich überwinde meinen inneren Schweinehund und wähle eure Nummer, die ich jetzt schon seit über einer Woche habe. Bereits nach dem dritten Klingeln höre ich deine Stimme bahis firmaları und entschuldige mich, wie es meine Art ist erstmal dafür, das ich so lange auf mich warten ließ.Ihr hattet schon gar nicht mehr mit meinem Anruf gerechnet, daher erkläre ich erstmal wieso ich mir die Entscheidung so schwer gemacht habe und offenbare ganz ehrlich wie schüchtern, zurückhaltend und gehemmt ich in einigen Dingen und Momenten immer noch bin.”Er wird sich noch melden. Habe ich Dir doch gesagt….” höre ich deinen Mann im Hintergrund, aber deinem: “DU, schüchtern?, dann muss mir letztens im Wald ein anderer dreimal seinen süßen Hammer präsentiert haben… ” ist die Verblüffung und die Ungläubigkeit doch anzumerken.Ich weis, dass es schwer zu glauben ist, aber in solchen Dingen bin ich halt so. Meine große Klappe und mein Selbstvertrauen enden manchmal, nein meist, bei Frauen.Ich kriege dann einfach den Mund nicht auf. Manchmal bin ich dann aber auch forsch und überraschend keck in solchen Dingen, was mir schon so manches hübsche Herz zufliegen ließ. Aber halt nur manchmal, nicht immer. Manchmal muss und musste auch die Frau einen Schritt auf mich zu tun um meine Unsicherheit zu überwinden.Dein Kichern rieselt wie Zucker aus dem Hörer in mein Ohr: “Na dann werde ich mal diesen Schritt machen. Da heute Freitag ist, würden wir uns gerne mal ganz spontan mit dir treffen um dir mal ein wenig von unseren Ideen zu erzählen und um zu erfahren was du davon hältst. Nach dem letzten Treffen haben wir ein wenig herumfantasiert, da du dich aber nicht mehr gemeldet hast, hatten wir es schon wieder ad acta gelegt. Ziemlich enttäuscht übrigens. Wir sind jetzt noch in Steglitz unterwegs und hätten so ab 2000 h Zeit. Hast Du eine Idee wo wir uns, sozusagen auf neutralem Boden zu einem Pläuschchen zusammensetzen könnten? Und was zu essen wäre auch nicht schlecht….”Da Tempelhof ganz in der Nähe liegt, schlage ich mein Lieblingsrestaurant vor. Jugoslawisch, reichlich Essen zu einem vernünftigem Preis und in unschlagbarer Qualität = Radi. Und mit einem Ecktisch sind wir auch ungestört, können reden. Ich bin verdammt neugierig auf eure Fantasien. Nachdem ich Deine Zustimmung habe, reserviere ich sicherheitshalber telefonisch noch einen Tisch und mache mich dann landfein.Frisch rasiert und geduscht, ein wenig von meinem Lieblingsparfüm, “Pi” von Givanchy aufgelegt, mache ich mich auf den Weg und nehme schon mal unseren reservierten Tisch in Beschlag.Lange muss ich nicht warten, bis ihr das Lokal betretet. Pünktlich wie die Maurer, würde der Berliner sagen.Die Begrüßung ist entgegen meinen Befürchtungen ohne jede Peinlichkeit. Ich drücke deinem Mann die Hand und wir tauschen ein offenes, freundliches Lächeln. Sind uns offensichtlich, trotz der eigentlich völlig unmöglichen Situation, doch sympathisch. Von dir bekomme ich eine öffentlichkeitstaugliche Umarmung und ein auf die Wange gehauchtes “schickes” Küsschen, das ich erwidere. Bevor ich jedoch um dich herumtreten kann um dir den Stuhl zurechtzuziehen, ergreifst du mein Kinn mit Daumen und Zeigefinger und beugst deinen Kopf nochmals vor, schnupperst an mir, ziehst intensiv die Luft ein.”Leeecker, was ist das für ein Duft?” fragst Du. Als ich es Dir sage und dir beim hinsetzen erst den Stuhl zurechtrücke, bevor ich mich selber setze, prustet dein Mann los als er deinen Gesichtsausdruck beobachtet: “Du hast von deinem Gentleman geschwärmt, da hast du ihn. Der ist so, der kann nicht anders.” Er amüsiert sich königlich als du deinen Kopf schüttelst, aber sichtlich geschmeichelt bist und die Aufmerksamkeit genießt die ich dir zuteil werden lasse.Nachdem wir bestellt haben, platze ich vor Neugier. Ich will jetzt endlich wissen, was ihr Euch so zusammen vorgestellt habt in Bezug auf meine Person. Während du es offensichtlich darauf anlegst, mich auf die Folter zu spannen und mich grinsend noch ein wenig zappeln lassen willst beginnt dein Mann einfach und fängt sich dafür einen spielerischen Knuff ein, der von einem: “Manno, lass mir doch den Spaß. Er hat uns doch schließlich auch warten lassen” von dir begleitet wird. Wie ein freches kleines Mädchen steckst Du mir dann noch kurz die Zunge heraus als er sagt:”Du bist einer der wenigen Kontakte bei dem wir uns beide irgendwie wohlgefühlt haben. Dass der Kontakt an sich klasse war, brauche ich ja wohl nicht extra betonen. Ich habe noch tagelang davon geschwärmt und meine Süße auch. Wir hatten alleine mit der Erinnerung viel Spaß. Aber entscheidend für uns war bei dem ganzen Gedanken die Sympathie die rüberkam. Und wir hatten wirklich beide ein gutes Gefühl bei der ganzen Angelegenheit. Man lernt da wirklich die merkwürdigsten Leute kennen. Viele kommen gar nicht, sagen nichtmal ab. Andere sind einfach schmuddelig oder sonst wie widerlich…. diese ganze negative Arie hatten wir bei Dir nicht, trotz der Zufallsbekanntschaft. Kurz und gut, ich mag dich und ich mag deinen Schwanz”.Mir fällt die Kinnlade herunter und bald das Besteck aus der Hand. Er amüsiert sich sichtlich. Erst als er deinen missbilligenden Blick nicht mehr erträgt, fügt er hinzu: “Wenn er auf sie spritzt oder in ihr steckt,….. herrlich….” schüttelt er über mein immer noch verblüfftes Gesicht und seinen gelungenen Scherz auf meine Kosten lachend den Kopf. “Scha-hatz” sagst du und siehst ihn lächelnd aber mit spielerisch tadelndem Blick an, legst mir sanft deine Hand auf den Unterarm und siehst mir in die Augen: “Unsere Gedanken gingen dahin, dass kaçak iddaa du unser akzeptierter Hausfreund wirst. Quasi Waldspaziergang als Dauerzustand. Ganz ohne Zwang oder Druck. Wer Lust hat, ruft an und wenn es möglich ist, treffen wir uns und haben Spaß. Ohne Beziehungsdruck, Verliebtsein und solchen Quatsch. Einfach nur schönen, lustvollen Sex an dem alle Spaß haben, von dem jeder was hat. Aber die Bedingungen machen wir, bis auf die Sachen natürlich die Du persönlich nicht willst. Also kein Treffen ohne meinen Mann oder ohne Wissen meines Mannes. Das wäre erstmal das wichtigste. Kannst Du das?”Ich nicke bedächtig. Ja, denn ich glaube schon das ich es kann und das ich das was ihr vorgeschlagen habt auch selbst will. Das ich es mir aber bis jetzt einfach nicht eingestehen konnte.Daher sage ich erleichtert: “Puuuh, ja. Das war meine größte Angst, irgendwelcher Beziehungsstreß. Oder das ich Stress bei Euch auslöse. Das ist das Letzte was ich will. Das ist übrigens einer der Momente in denen ich einen kleinen Schubs brauche. Genau in dieser Situation bin ich halt wirklich schüchtern oder zurückhaltend. Halte mit meinen Wünschen und Gefühlen hinterm Berg,… wie auch immer du es nennen willst. Ich trau´ mich dann einfach nicht den Schritt zu machen. Lass uns einfach sehen, was dabei herauskommt. Ich würde gerne mitmachen. Wenn ich mich danebenbenehme, mangels Erfahrung in solchen Sachen, dann redet mit mir. Aber dann pronto.”Du strahlst mich, an freust Dich offensichtlich über meine Entscheidung. Deine Hand wandert langsam, von einem wahrhaft dreckigen Grinsen begleitet, von meinem Unterarm auf meinen Oberschenkel. Ich kann die wohlige Wärme deiner Hand durch den Stoff spüren. Du greifst fest zu, als du sagst:”Herzlich willkommen, in unserer Experimentierstunde. Dass ich mir diese Entscheidung erhofft habe spürst du gerade, aber du solltest auch wissen, das ich schon nicht mehr daran glauben wollte”.Von Deinem Mann ertönt ein gepresstes: “Ich hab´s gewusst, ich hab´s gewusst. Das wird soo endgeil. Uhhh-Ja.”Auch er grient heftigst und zwinkert mir über den Tisch hinweg zu, macht mir irgendwie einen zu enthusiastischen Eindruck. Er zappelt auch völlig hippelig auf seinem Stuhl herum. Wirkt auf mich ein wenig zu aufgeregt und enthusiastisch.Dann streichelst Du wieder meinen Oberschenkel. Ich werde immer nervöser. Als ich dir zuraune das du das bitte hier unterlassen sollst, weil es mich völlig spitz macht, kicherst du und nimmst die Hand aber weg.Gerade als ich erleichtert aufatme und mich entspanne, greifst du mir voll zwischen die Beine. Du ertastest meinen Schwanz, der sich hart unter der Hose in seinem engen Gefängnis spannt. Deine bisherigen Berührungen haben offensichtlich ihre Wirkung nicht verfehlt.Sanft streichelst du meinen Schaft entlang und umschließt mit deinem festen, knetenden Griff meinen Hoden. Ich wollte gerade weiteressen aber jetzt knallt mir die Gabel auf den Tisch. Du lehnst Dich leicht zu mir herüber, wendest dich mir zu und für jeden unbeteiligten Beobachter muss es aussehen als ob du mir gerade etwas erklärst während ich nachdenklich zuhöre. Du Biest.Ich kann genau spüren, wie du den Reißverschluss langsam hinunterziehst und ich gerate fast in Panik während ich in dein erwartungsvolles Lächeln blicke.Aber es macht mich auch unendlich geil. Diese Erregung die ich verspüre, als sich deine kleine zarte Hand in meinen Hosenschlitz schiebt, die Anspannung, sind fast unerträglich.Du tastest dich unverzagt und zügig bis in meine Unterhose und ich spüre wie deine Finger tastend unter den Stoff vordringen und sich um mein fast schon hartes Glied schließen. “Hmmmmm, prachtvoll. Da muss ich ja gar nichts mehr machen, der steht ja schon fast von alleine. So dick habe ich den gar nicht in Erinnerung. Was für ein toller Prügel” Hauchst du mir über den Tisch zu und zerrst meinen Steifen aus der Hose. Deine Hand gleitet sanft an meinem Schaft nach unten zieht die Vorhaut das letzte kleine Stück bis zum Anschlag über die pralle Eichel. Mein Glied strafft sich unglaublich schnell mehr und mehr unter der Liebkosung deiner Hand. In mir staut sich die Lust und meine Hände suchen etwas an dem sie sich festkrallen können. “Dein Mann…” stottere ich und blicke zu ihm herüber, er grinst mich nur frech an und schneidet sich übertrieben langsam etwas von seinem Fleisch ab und führt es mit der Gabel zum Mund.Irgendwie kommt er mir jetzt plötzlich viel ruhiger und entspannter vor, während er vor kurzem noch hektisch auf seinem Sitz herumfieselte und fast einen roten Kopf hatte. Ich verstehe die Welt nicht mehr.”Tja , warum sollte es Dir jetzt besser gehen als mir?. Wenn meine Süße erstmal Blut geleckt hat, bekommt sie meistens nicht genug. Damit wirst Du als besonderer Gast unseres Hauses jetzt leben müssen. Ich bin gerade in den Genuss gekommen und weis aus erster Hand wie hemmungslos sie wird, wenn sie erregt ist. Und glaube mir, seit deinem Anruf hat sie sich auf deinen Schwanz gefreut”.Deine Hand beginnt an meinem Schaft auf und ab zu gleiten. Ich spüre die warme weiche Umklammerung deiner Hand wie einen Kuss des Himmels. Du versuchst mit der Vorhaut über der Eichel zu spielen merkst aber schnell, das er so angeschwollen ist das du sie nicht mehr zurück über die Kuppe kriegst, die jetzt völlig blank in deiner Hand liegt. Ich spüre jeden Schlag meines Herzens pulsierend in meinem Schwanz den du mit einer unglaublichen Hingabe immer schneller und stärker bearbeitest.Deine Augen kaçak bahis beobachten mich scharf, achten auf jede Reaktion. Du lächelst gerade, als ich die Luft zwischen den Zähnen herauspresse um nicht laut aufzustöhnen als du meine Eichel mit deiner Hand umkreist und verwöhnst. Ich spüre wie er zuckt als Du sagst:”Und wenn mein Man sagt, er weis das aus eigener Hand, dann meint er das auch so”.Dabei ziehst du deine andere Hand unter dem Tisch hervor und beginnst langsam und genussvoll, aber sehr diskret, deine Handfläche und deine Finger zu küssen und abzulecken.Ich brauche einen Moment bis ich begreife, dass du gerade mit deinen gespitzten Lippen das Sperma deines Mannes von der Hand lutscht.Während er uns zur Seite sitzt und uns interessiert beobachtet, umfasst deine Hand meinen Schaft und stimuliert ihn und meine Eichel so leidenschaftlich, das ich es nicht mehr lange aushalten werde.Ich spüre meine Sahne in den Hoden kochen und im Schwanz emporsteigen. Meine Erregung ist mit normalen Maßstäben kaum mehr zu messen und ich überlege verzweifelt, wie ich ein Stöhnen vermeide wenn du so weitermachst und ich unweigerlich gleich heftig kommen werde.Ich bin mir nicht sicher ob mir das gelingen wird, so wieselflink aber doch so fest umfassend wie deine Hand an meinem Schwanz auf und abgleitet.Du registrierst lächelnd meine steigende Erregung und steigerst deine Bemühungen mich zum abspritzen zu bringen. Ich spüre wie ich beginne in deinen Händen zu zucken, meine Eier sich zusammenziehen und wie mein Saft pumpend aus mir herausdrängt. Meine Hände krampfen sich links und rechts um den Stuhl als ich es nicht länger zurückhalten kann und will. In mächtigen Schüben drängt es aus mir heraus und ich beiße die Zähne zusammen, presse die Lippen aufeinander als Du deine Hand um meine Kuppe schließt und damit mein Sperma auffängst.Erst als mein Schwanz sich beruhigt und nicht mehr zuckt löst sich deine Hand vorsichtig und hinterlässt bei mir ein Gefühl der Leere und Kühle.Dieses Gefühl endet kurz darauf schlagartig, als mir Wärme und Blut ins Gesicht schießen während du deine Hand zum Mund führst und mein Sperma ebenfalls aufleckst. Jeden Tropfen nimmst du mit deinen Lippen und deiner Zunge auf. Während ich dich fasziniert betrachte und zusehe wie du mich genießerisch in dich schleckst, gibt mir dein Mann zwinkernd und mit zu dir gerichteten Kopfbewegungen zu verstehen, das wir beide uns jetzt um dich kümmern werden.Fast synchron erfassen unsere Fingerspitzen den Stoff deines Rockes und raffen ihn langsam, Stück für Stück nach oben.Deine gemurmelten und gezischten Proteste interessieren uns nicht. Mit diebischem Vergnügen ignorieren wir dich, sind uns stillschweigend und ohne Worte einig über das was jetzt passieren wird.Nachdem wir deinen Rock gemeinsam nach oben gezogen haben, streicheln unsere Hände deine Oberschenkel, ziehen sie gegen deinen leichten gespielten Versuch sie zusammenzuhalten sanft auseinander. Deine gemurmelten Proteste können spätestens dann nicht mehr überzeugen, als du deine Beine gespreizt lässt und ein wenig auf dem Stuhl nach vorne rutscht. Immer noch leise schimpfend gewährst du uns doch Zugriff auf deine Spalte, die wir durch den Stoff hinweg streicheln. Ich kann die Wärme und Feuchtigkeit durch den Slip hinweg spüren.Deine geschlossenes Augen und dein unterdrücktes Stöhnen verraten Dich endgültig.Während meine Finger von oben unter den Zwickel deines Slips schlüpfen, zieht dein Mann den Stoff seitlich beiseite.Als ich deine Lippen mit meinen Fingerspitzen erkunde und deine Feuchtigkeit verteile, spüre ich die Finger deines Mannes die in dein Loch eindringen. Als ich deine Lippen teile, spüre ich deinen Kitzler unter den Fingerspitzen, der sich mir frech entgegendrängt. Sofort beginne ich ihn sanft zu streicheln. Dein Po hebt sich mir ruckartig entgegen, drückt sich meinem forschenden Finger entgegen und ich sehe wie du die Lippen aufeinander presst. Dein Mann scheint dir den Finger mittlerweile gut geschmiert, recht heftig in die Spalte zu schieben. Dein hektischer Atem, deine Nasenflügel die sich blähen wenn du ausatmest, sind ein unvergleichlicher, erotischer Anblick.Das du auch mehr verträgst, beweist du, als dein Mann mir zuzwinkert und zu mir gewandt verschwörerisch mit seinen Lippen lautlos ein “drei” formt. Und mir damit signalisiert, dass er jetzt drei Finger nehmen wird. Deine schlagartig aufgerissenen Augen signalisieren mir, dass er sein Versprechen gerade eingelöst haben muss.Zischend entweicht die Luft zwischen deinen bebenden Lippen. Während wir gemeinsam deine Lustspalte verwöhnen, bewegst du immer wieder ruckartig deine Hüfte. Deine Hände, die du auf dem Tisch abgelegt hast öffnen und schließen sich, verkrampfen sich immer wieder. Plötzlich verkrampft sich dein ganzer Körper, dein Po zieht sich auf dem Stuhl ganz nach hinten, du presst dich gegen die Lehne. Dein Körper bebt und ich kann spüren wie deine Muschi zuckt. Deine Wangen blähen sich, als du verzweifelt zu ersuchen scheinst keine Geräusche zu machen.Und ich weis genau, wie laut du sein kannst und gerne bist. Du zitterst am ganzen Körper, schließt genießend die Augen und dein Gesicht nimmt einen gelösten, strahlenden Ausdruck an. “Ihr seid doch beide völlig irre, worauf habe ich mich da bloß eingelassen. Ich habe ja wirklich schon eine Menge mitgemacht aber euch beide halte ich kaum aus. Was soll dabei herauskommen, wenn ihr euch jetzt schon einig seid. Mich derartig zu quälen und zu verwöhnen”, fragst du kopfschüttelnd und scheinst mehr mit dir selbst als mit uns zu sprechen.”Lass Dich überraschen…” antworten dein Mann und ich wie aus einem Mund und lachen ob dieser ungeahnten Übereinstimmung spontan los.

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L’ordi de Laurence (6)L’ordi de Laurence (6) Suite à nos échanges, Laurence, Carole la trans et moi-même nous devions nous revoir. Mais Carole a du partir pour un mois en angleterre et nous devrons nous passer d’elle.Laurence m’envoie un texto pour que je vienne la rejoindre chez elle pour une proposition indécente. Etant libre pour la journée je vais la rejoindre ilmédiatement. J’arrive chez elle, elle m’attend dans une jolie tenue excitante mais je me retiens de lui sauter dessus pour la baiser. Elle porte une jolie jupette plissée écossaise rouge ras du cul avec un petit top moulant qui cache juste ses petits seins. Elle ne porte pas de soutien gorge comme à son habitude. Elle se jète à mon cou pour m’embrasser à pleine bouche en me disant que je lui manque, qu’elle voudrait que je sois avec elle tout le temps.Je lui demande alors ce qu’elle veut me dire. Elle me propose une sortie coquine comme nous en avons déjà fait ensemble, mais cette fois elle veut en forêt et entièrement nus pour baiser à volonté quitte à être vus. Je ne dis pas non et nous voici partis en voiture pour un bois près de chez nous. Pendant le trajet elle retrousse sa jupe et me montre qu’elle ne porte pas de culotte. Sa petite chatte bien lisse brille déjà humide d’envie. J’arrête la voiture à l’entrée d’un chemin le long du bois et sans attendre elle descend et retire son top et sa jupe qu’elle jette sur le siège. A tout moment une voiture peut passer et la voir mais elle s’en moque. Je descends à mon tour pour faire comme elle en jetant mes habits sur le siège.Nous avançons un peu dans le bois mais à 20 mètres de la route elle s’arrête devant et s’agenouille pour enfourner ma bite sans attendre. Je bande comme un fou devant le spectacle de ma belle qui me suce imaginant que nous allons être vus par la première voiture qui va passer. Au bout d’un moment elle libère ma bite dure, se relève pour me dire qu’à partir de maintenant elle s’habillera tous les jours de la même façon que quand je suis arrivé chez elle et ce n’importe où. Je lui dis qu’elle est folle mais elle me rplique qu’elle est ma salope et qu’elle veut s’assumer comme une bonne salope. Je la retourne et l’appuie contre le premier arbre, me colle à elle et je glisse ma bite entre ses jambes. Je sens sa chatte trempée le long de laquelle je fais glisser ma hampe raide. Elle me demande alors de la baiser sans attendre en bonne salope qu’elle est et qui m’appartient. Elle m’aide en guidant mon gland vers son con et je la pénètre d’un coup jusqu’à la garde. Elle se cambre pour mieux s’offrir et je la lime aussitôt comme un a****l en manque. En moins de 5 minutes je sens ma semence monter et je lui dis mais elle refuse que ma bite quitte son antre chaude. Elle veut sentir mon jus inonder sa chatte pour la remplir au maximum. Sans pouvoir me retenir plus longtemps je lui envoie plusieurs giclées de foutre chaud au fond de ses entrailles en gémissant.Je finis par m’arrêter après avoir jouis comme un fou. Elle me dit qu’elle est heureuse d’avoir reçu toute ma semence et qu’à partir de maintenant elle veut que je jouisse le plus souvent possible. Je lui réponds que je ferai tout moi aussi pour la faire jouir mais elle me dit qu’il n’y a que moi qui ai le droit de jouir à partir de maintenant. Quand je lui demande pourquoi elle illegal bahis répond simplement qu’elle veut être mon jouet, mon vide couilles, mon garage à foutre ce qui me refait bander de nouveau en l’écoutant.Je me retire de sa chatte dégoulinante de cyprine et de mon jus pour poser ma bite sur son entrée secrète. Doucement je force le chemin de sa rondelle mais d’un coup elle se propulse en arrière pour que je rentre plus vite. Elle me dit de l’enculer commeune chienne ce que je fais alors en tirant ses hanches et en avançant ma queue au fond de son fondement. Elle pousse de petits cris quand elle me sens au plus profond de ses intestins que je commence à ramoner. Pllus je fais mes va et vients plus elle pousse de cris et d’un seul coup elle crie en continu en tremblant comme une feuille. Sa chatte libère des jets de cyprine alors que je la défonce violemment et elle a du mal à rester debout. Sa jouissance est trop forte pour semaintenir et elle tombe à genoux dans les feuilles en expulsant ma bite de son fion.Je me mets à genoux et l’encule à nouveau son trou grand ouvert et dégoulinant de mouille. En moins de 2 minutes elle repart dans un deuxième orgasme pendant que je gicle à nouveau dans son cul de salope. Elle gémit en sentant mon foutre remplir son intestin mais je reste figé en elle un moment avant de me retirer et d’aspirer tout le jus qui ressort de son cul quand elle pousse pour l’expulser. Je ressens de la fierté de l’avoir fait jouir comme ça en réécupérant tout ce mélange qui coule de son petit trou.Une fois évacué le mélange je la retourne brusquement et l’embrasse à pleine bouche lui faisant partager son jus de cul et mon jus de couilles qui recouvrent ma langue. Nous finnissons par avaler ce nectar que nous aimons tous les deux avant de nous relever et de reprendre nos esprits. C’esr alors que nous voyons un couple à une dizaine de mètres qui nous regarde mais depuis quand ?Nous les regardons en souriant et leurs demandons si il y a longtemps qu’ils sont là et si ils ont aimé.La femme s’approche et nous répond qu’ils étaient là quand nous sommes arrivés et qu’ils ont tout vu. Elle dit avoir apprécié la façon dont j’ai baisé Laurence et qu’elle a trouvé ma bite de belle taille. Elle regarde son homme en lui demandant son avis et il confirme ce qu’elle vient de dire. Il avoue avoir adoré quand j’ai enculé Laurence et qu’il aimerait bien faire la même chose pour essayer. Laurence lui denamde alors si il n’encule jamais sa femme mais celle répond qu’elle ne voullait pas jusqu’à maintenant. Mais d’avoir vue Laurence jouir comme ça lui donne envie d’essayer. Je lui demande si elle veut essayer avec son mari ou avec moi et Laurence d’ajouter que si elle veut ma bite dans le cul elle prendra celle de som mari dans le sien. Pas de jaloux dit elle mais tout le monde à poils.Aussitôt l’homme se déshabille alors que sa femme hésite encore, mais une fois qu’il est nu il s’approche d’elle et la déshabille. Elle ne résiste pas et se retrouve nue elle aussi devant nous. Elle deamnde juste de baiser plus loin pour ne pas être vue. Nous nous éloignons alors du chemin pour nous cacher un peu dans le bois et sans attendre Laurence empoigne la queue de l’homme pour le branler. La femme est plus timide quand je m’approche d’elle et pose juste sa main illegal bahis siteleri sur ma bite. Je prends ses seins à pleines mains en même temps que son mari prend ceux de ma salope dans les siennes.La femme fini par prendre ma bite dans sa main et commence de me branler en même temps que son homme profite de Laurence plus directement en lui glissant la main sur la chatte. A la réaction de Laurence je sais qu’il vient de lui rentré au moins un doigt dans la chatte et je me dois de le rattrapper. Je fais de même sur sa femme qui frémit et se couvre de frissons lorsque mes doigts touchent sa vulve. Elle est trempée elle aussi signe qu’elle a aimé le spectacle et qu’elle a envie. Je la prends par la taille et la plaque contre moi en l’embrassant. Ma langue force le chemin de sa bouche et je lui roule une pelle ce qui la libère pour me répondre de la même façon. Après une série de baisers je lui demande de s’agenouiller pour me sucer ce qu’elle fait sans rien dire. Seul son mari que Laurence pompe elle aussi réagit en disant que c’est la première fois qu’il voit sa femme sucer une bite.Laurence abandonne alors sa queue pour dire à la femme qu”elle va la transformer en salope comme elle et lui ordonne de se tourner devant moi en se penchant. Elle joint le geste à la parole en se mettant à 4 pattes devant le mec. Elle attend que la femme soit dans la même position et nous demande de la baiser sans attendre. Ensemble nous enfilons les chattes chaudes de nos partenaires sous les gémissements mélangés de ces dames. Nous les limons bien fort sans hésiter mais la femme gémit plus fort et plus vite que Laurence. D’un seul coup je la sens jouir sous mes coups de bite. Elle est en furie, crie encore et encore tout en ondulant sur ma tige raide. Devant le spectacle Laurence exulte et ordonne de passer au petit de la même façon. Si Laurence est habituée à se faire enculer, ce n’est pas le cas de la petite femme qui est devant moi mais j’obéis. Son mari encule Laurence comme moi auparavent pendant que j’essaye de forcer ce petit trou vierge. Elle crie de douleur mais je force et mon gland gonflé fini par trouvé le chemin et à s’enfoncer en elle. Elle résiste mais je la tiens par les hanches en tirant pour ne pas qu’elle puisse s’écarter. Je donne de grands coups de queue dans son fion et d’un seul coup ses sphyncters s’écartent et je lenfile en entier. Elle crie toujours alors que je me fige au fond de son culpendant que Laurence gémit de plus en plus et fini par jouir de tout son corps. Le mec ne se retient pas et inonde son trou de balle de foutre en criant lui aussi. Devant la résistance de sa belle je lui demande de venir se faire sucer pendant que je lui déboite son fion de salope. Il se retire du cul de Laurence qui reste à genous avec la main sous ses fesses pour récupérer les jus qui sortent de son fion. Il se place devant sa femme lui tendant sa bite qu’elle ne veut pas sucer. Devant sa rétissance je ressors de son cul pour y rentrer à nouveau d’un coiup la faisant crier de nouveau. Je lui ordonne de sucer son mari et à contre cœur elle enfourne sa bite. Je commence alors à limer son cul sous ses gémissements mais rapidement je sens qu”elle prend plaisir à se faire enculer et à sucer en même temps.Son mari exciter par la pipe la traite de salope canlı bahis siteleri et lui ordonne de le sucer plus vite. Il veut gicler dans sa bouche et qu’elle avale tout. Je vais plus vite dans son cul qui est maintenant bien dilater et mouiller par son propre jus et elle finie par jouir comme une folle sous la pression de ma queue et de celle de son mari. Sa chatte dégouline de cyprine et elle tremble en jouissant pendant que son mari la force à prendre sa bite plus profond dans sa bouche. Je ne résiste plus très longtemps et je fini par gicler dans son fion. Mon jus sort par giclées dans son intestin provocant un nouvel orgasme à la belle qui suce de plus belle. J’ai à peine terminé de me vider dans son cul que son mari vient à son tour dans sa bouche lui tenant la tête pour la forcer à ne pas retirer son membre de sa bouche. Il lui ordonne d’avaler ce qu’elle fait en faisant la grimace, mais lorsqu’il se retire de sa bouche elle empoigne sa bite et tire dessus pour extraire les quelques gouttes de foutre qui restent et lèche le bout du gland pour tout avaler.Une fois reposés de ces débats je demande à la femme si elle a aimé. Elle me dit que oui même si je lui ai fait mal au début mais qu’lle a encore plus aimé bore le sperme de son mari. Mais elle est prête à recommencée avec lui et d’autres car elle n’a jamais tant jouis que quand je l’ai enculé. Je lui souris en lui disant que je la comprends. Laurence lui explique alors que je suis bi ce qui fait que je sais très bien ce que ça fait que de se faire enculer et que j’aime ça. Son mari est étonné d’apprendre ça et me demande si quand j’encule un homme et une femme c’est pareil. Je lui réponds simplement oui mais qu’avec les hommes je préfère me faire prendre et remplir.Laurence propose alors à la femme de se gouiner entre elle pendant que son mari m’encule devant elle. Elle répond qu’elle aimerait bien voir ça car elle n’a jamais vue deux hommes ensemble. Mais elle ne semble pas prête à se caresser avec Laurence. Je me place donc à genoux et demande au mari de venir m’enfiler comme il a fait avec Laurence sous les yeux de sa femme. Il se place derrière moi et je lui ordonne de me défoncer le cul comme avec ma salope. Il pose sa queue sur ma rondelle et ouvre la porte sans avoir besoin de forcer beaucoup. Rapidement il est enfoncé au plus profond de mes entrailles. Je gémis en sentant sa bite me ramoner et je donne des petits coups de reins pour lui faire comprendre qu’il peut aller plus vite. Laurence dit à la femme de se coucher sous moi pour qu’elle puisse voir la bite de son mari s’enfoncer dans mon cul et surtout de prendre ma queue dans sa bouche sans rien faire. Elle sait que je jouis en me faisant enculer, autant du cul que de la bite ce qui arrive rapidement tellement je suis excité. Mon jus coule doucement de mon gland dans la bouche qui le recouvre et ui n’en perd pas une goutte. Peu de temps après le mec se vide en moi inondant mon fion de foutre sous mes gémissements insessants. Je jouis comme un fou et lui aussi trop heureux de m’enculer. Il se retire d’un coup dans un bruit de sussion et je pousse aussitôt pour faire ressortir son jus de mon trou. Je colle mon cul sur la bouche de sa femme qui reçoit la semence dans sa bouche et Laurence lui ordonne de tout avaler. Elle le fait sans hésiter même si ça sort de mon fion et avoue qu’elle adore.Cette fois la partie de jambes en l’air se termine car l’heure avance et nous sommes épuisés. Nous nous fixons un nouveau rendez vous à la même heure et au même endroit pour deux jours plus tard.

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Cindy & I – Part 2Chapter 5: Lake Tour Waking in the morning we cuddled and kissed many times. “Morning wife.”She giggled, “Morning husband.” I threw the sheet back and bent down. Cindy grabbed me and in a hushed voice pleaded, “No, please don’t! I’m still not sure about that, besides I gotta pee.”She hadn’t pulled me away. I paused to consider then said firmly, “I only want to say good morning, please let me.”She released me with an, “Eww.” I lightly kissed the closed lips and said, “Morning Penelope.”Cindy was still for a few moments, then she slid off the bed to go to the bathroom. I was feeling mildly guilty by the time she returned but said nothing. She returned to cuddle with me and offered, “Hon, I know you’ve wanted to, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about last night too. It just happened, and it wasn’t you.””Cindy I’m not sorry. I can see how you didn’t intend to with Fred, but I’m just happy it did happen. You did kiss me, and I got to kiss you.””Oooh, you wonderful crazy guy.” She kissed me hard. “I love you so much.” Moving her hand down Cindy took hold of my morning semi. Okay, more than a semi. Her touch removed any doubt. After a few moments her head slid down my chest to rest on my lower abdomen. She felt my cock all over as she viewed it closely. “I’m sorry I’ve been so pig headed.” She kissed the crown. “I guess kissing is okay.” She kissed the top of the shaft at that little ridge. “I still don’t like the idea of, oral oral.” Kiss. “But kissing,” she added as she kissed a different spot then another, “is different.” Moving her head up a bit she squarely kissed the tip. “Morning Wilbur, Cindy greeted, then quickly pecked again before sitting up.”Go pee, I’m gonna get coffee.” I got up and started to leave. “Do you think we should put something on today or stay like this?” she queried. Pausing, I turned to look at my lovely wife, my preference I already knew. “I’m comfortable if you are, but I’ll go with whatever you decide. You’re gorgeous either way,” then left.I opted to shower while I was there. Leaving the bathroom, I saw Cindy leaning back against the counter sipping her coffee. When the sexy nude vision saw me, she grinned and merely remarked, “Less laundry.”I walked over and kissed my cute wife then grabbed the coffee she’d poured for me. Realizing she’d not had time to brew a pot, I asked, “Fred’s gone I take it?”Moving to sit at the table Cindy replied, “Apparently, he must really like fishing.”I joined her and we sipped. With a partial caffeine fix I started a fresh pot. When it finished brewing I suggested, “Let’s go see how he’s doing. Bring your cup.” I took mine and the pot of coffee and we walked down to the dock.Fred was sitting in a folding lawn chair as he fished. He must have had it stored in the boathouse. “Good morning,” he called out without turning. I went to his right side to fill his coffee mug and Cindy moved to his left. “Morning Mr. Wilkins,” she replied, then bent and gave him a healthy kiss. As she started to rise she glanced at me. I thought I saw a question in her eye so I nodded slightly. My wife hesitated then crouched down and planted a kiss right on his cock, “Morning Moby,” then stood with an embarrassed giggle.Fred slowly turned toward her. He looked right at her mound, then like in slow motion, up to her face. Reaching to place his left hand on her bum, he pulled her closer. She didn’t resist but did place her hands over her face. Fred kissed my wife’s pussy, then again more firmly. “Morning Penelope.” He stood and kissed her soundly, “Morning Cindy,” and then hugged her close. Pressed together, he lowered his other hand to hold each of Cindy’s butt cheeks, Penelope and Moby were now embraced.Turning to me he offered, “Oh, morning George.” I chuckled and my wife giggled. She pushed away and playfully slapped Fred’s chest. He waved graciously at the chair and made a deep bow, “Madam please be seated.”She giggled again, “Why thank you kind sir.” He touched his hand with hers and daintily held it as she sat.We drank our coffee as we watched the sun rise further and sparkle the water with its rays. Fred turned away, “Guess it’s not appropriate to piss in the water, so I’m heading up.” Cindy and I chuckled as he left. She reached up her hand and, happily taking the hint, I held it. We didn’t speak for a while, then jolting what had become my rather dazed mind, Cindy asked, “George, why did you indicate I should kiss Mr. Wilkins’ Moby?””Huh? Um, well, you kinda looked at me like you were asking if it was okay, so…””I looked at you because I realized I’d maybe kissed him too well, you know, because of last night.””Oh dear.” I think my hand loosened in hers. I was taken aback.”Yeah, oh dear.” She gripped my hand harder.We were silent, then both of us started to speak at the same time. I managed to apologize. Cindy stood and hugged me. “Don’t, you didn’t become upset last night. I can’t be upset now. I guess it wasn’t so bad.””You giggled after,” I said softly, but instantly realized she might take it as teasing.”That’s ‘cus I was being naughty.””Naughty fun?”A long silence followed, then, “Maybe, but bending to do it my head was bursting. It felt like my whole body was red. I was so nervous, anxious.””Oh Cindy.” I kissed her. “I’m so sorry I misunderstood.””I misunderstood too,” she offered.Silent as I thought how to make her feel better, I decided on the one up note, “But you did giggle.”She lightly socked my ear then kissed me. “Okay, I giggled. It was a fun I suppose, but naughty.”It became apparent Fred wasn’t coming back so we put away his fishing stuff and chair and headed up. On the way my curiosity caused me to inquire, “How do you feel about Fred kissing your, um, Penelope?”She stopped walking. “I don’t know, it wasn’t as horrible as I was certain it would be this time yesterday.””That’s good then?” Turning to me Cindy admonished, “I didn’t say it was good. It just wasn’t as awful as I always thought. Your kinda making me let you, started, it, my mind, whatever.”I started us walking again before making my final point. “Cindy I love you. Not just your mind or personality, not just your wonderful eyes, or face. I love all of you, and your cute pussy is part of that.”Stopping, my wife tenderly hugged and kissed me. “You can’t kiss my mind, like for real, but sometimes it feels like you do.” She hugged me tight. “My heart for sure… I love you so much George, and I’m grateful you feel the the same.” Cindy kissed me deeply. “You know for a guy sometimes you come out with the sweetest things.”Almost on the porch of the cottage, Cindy concluded by softly saying,”I guess it’s okay.”Fred was sitting at the table and saw us walk in hand in hand. “Thought you two decided to visit Tom.” We laughed. “Wouldn’t his customers love that,” I joked as we sat down as well.We chatted and had more coffee that we reheated. Fred stood as Cindy started to rise. He let us know he was off to shower. “Oh okay, I was just going to have one. I’ll grab mine after,” she commented.Fred headed for the bathroom, teasing, “Wouldn’t mind having my back washed, miss that.”Cindy turned to me with mouth open and eyes large. I found it both cute and humorous so I couldn’t help but chuckle.”That’s only something I’d do with you George.””Mmm yes, and it’s always fun, and really nice.”Relaxing her facial expression, a mild smirk formed, “And sexy.””Yup.” I paused. “Fun but intimate.””He couldn’t really mean that then, could he?””Actually, I think he did.” Cindy gasped a little. “You’ve already,” I gave a small shrug, “explored each other.””What?” She saw me trying not to look at her. About four seconds later my wife stood up. “Why don’t you start breakfast. I’m going to shower.”I glanced at the stove and sighed, “Why not.” I got out the bacon and started it in a pan, got out the rest then thought about my favorite breakfast side, home fries. Considering the limited time I opted to cut potatoes into small wedges and started nuking them. I heard Cindy giggle. Giggles and more giggles came from the bath area as I looked at the partition panels, smiling. Those partial walls certainly let sound carry. She began speaking but her words were broken. “Ooh, hey,” followed a few moments later by, “Yipes… Mr. Wilkins, that’s naughty… you’re… so… bad.” The sounds became a blur to my wildly imagining mind. I did hear my wife cry out in orgasm at some point. Though mildly concerned, I smiled, figuring Fred had stroked her.The water shut off and it remained quiet for a fair while. Suddenly I heard Cindy roar with laughter. “Really… You are absolutely crazy. Mr. Wilkins, you’re crazy, but I, like, you… Uh-uh, Ooh. Huh… I um, only a second… Shh.” Silence then more giggles. Shaking my head and chuckling I figured I may have had time to boil those potatoes after all. Bacon done, I put the taters to brown in the fat, put some toast down and started frying eggs in a small pan.They were laughing as they came out and sat down. With one look at my curious smile, Cindy plunked her forehead down on her arms and totally lost it. She was roaring in laughter. Fred was grinning and chuckling. I was super curious now.Fred helped me finish up and we placed everything on the table. Cindy was trying to calm herself down, gasping breaths, laughing, gasping then chuckling before finally lifting her head. She looked and saw me, looked at Fred and lost it again. Tears were running down her face. Finally she went to the bathroom to blow her nose. Returning, she tried very hard to control her breathing and not laugh.We began to eat silently but I was intrigued. “What?” I finally asked.”I can’t right now,” my wife said quickly, purposely not looking at me. “If I do I’ll get started again. I’ll tell you everything, honest, but later. Okay hon?” she finished with a quick glance my way.Seeing the earnest look in her eyes but mostly I think her saying “hon” helped to let it rest. I nodded and we finished our food without any further ado. I went to shave while Cindy and Fred started in on the dishes.Done with my personal duties, I sat at the table looking at the rear view of the big man that was Fred and the ever so lovely back, bum and legs of the smaller framed, shorter, woman who was my wife. I loved her so. Should I be upset that she’d almost certainly had an orgasm with Fred? I’d already assumed that they’d touched each other and that he’d probably stroked her off. Was I being too cool about everything? Should I be the jealous husband? No, that would be immature, overbearing. Fred wasn’t going to replace me but… I didn’t understand myself. Hell, I understood women even less.Cindy and Fred came to sit. “Mr. Wilkins suggested a tour of the lake this morning. I told him I was about fished out for a bit. Is that okay?””Um sure, sounds like fun.”Fred added, “We can still fish this afternoon.” I nodded. “Okay, I’m going to sc**** my face and we’ll go.”Cindy and I went to get dressed. I grinned to myself when, after taking out a pair of panties, she considered them a moment then tossed them back in her bag and dressed sans underwear. Shaking my head I thought, another first, so with a shrug, I took mine off again to wear only shorts and a t-shirt too. Fred came out and saw us waiting in the kitchen area. “Going someplace formal?” he asked with a straight face. He was still nude but had some clothing in his hand.”Huh?” I think we both said at the same time.”We aren’t likely to see anyone until perhaps the last leg.”Cindy and I looked at each other and blank faces turned to smirks. Off came our clothes and we carried them as we headed off to the boat, Fred behind us.Starting down I took my wife’s hand. She glanced at me and began, “We washed each others hair. It was funny, both of us trying to do that at the same time. Then he washed my back while we were still facing each other. It was hard to do his that way, especially at the same time. He got to my bum and I thought okay, but then he slid his fingers down the middle.”I hesitated my step while recalling a yipe or a giggle. Cindy was looking down as she continued, “I thought what the hell, so I did it to him. Oh yeah, while he was doing my butt he started doing my Penelope, so I washed his Moby and…”We were a couple of steps from the boat and I half-asked, “I take it he was hard by then?”Cindy paused. “George, let me tell it okay. I’m nervous enough.””Why?” I turned to look at her.”It seems harder with Mr. Wilkins here, I don’t know.”We climbed aboard, Fred untied and got in. We backed out and headed off. “Want to drive Cindy?” Fred invited.”Ooh Mr. Wilkins, sitting with you isn’t going to help me tell George.””Why the problem, you told me easily enough about the other morning?” I asked with concern.”Yeah but it’s like, well, with Mr. Wilkins being near it’s like we’re still in the shower, you know.” “Reliving it?” I tried to fill in. “Still doing it. I feel so guilty about it now,” she sobbed.I offered, “Hon if you want tell me later…””I started so I’ll finish.” She looked off at the water, looked at me, then stood and moved to Fred, simply stating, “Open up.”Sliding the seat back he opened his legs. Cindy moved between them, sat on his left leg then rather matter of factly, placed his left hand on her breast. Taking the wheel with her left hand, she placed her other around his Moby. “Where we going?” she asked him. Cindy was in her now normal, boat driving position.Fred pointed the direction and she explained, “I need something to do if I’m gonna be able to say all this, and Mr. Wilkins, I’m sorry if I’m talking like you’re not here.””Quite alright,” Fred magnanimously replied.”Mr. Wilkins rubbed Penelope and he got a finger inside. He kinda sat down and kissed me there. … Then he licked me.”I groaned. “George, I didn’t know he was going to do that. I mean he’d kissed me there earlier… I tried squirming, but his licking, and his finger, well. … It got feeling good, and I kinda let him. You know how I said what his tongue did to my nipples. Well it felt like that, only more. Then he…he licked my clit and sucked it.””Oh Cindy.””I’m so sorry George, but I was so hot. … I know I never let you do anything like that, and that you wanted to.”My heart was heavy but I encouraged her with, “Cindy it’s okay. I can see how it could have happened I guess. It’s all right.””No it isn’t. Mr. Wilkins, drive please. It wasn’t you. I was so sure I’d never like anything like that, and there I was, having an orgasm.” She dropped her head.I went to my wife and hugged her, kissing her hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay.””I’m so sorry, I never knew,” she cried.”Ssh, you had an orgasm. That can’t be all bad. Other firsts happened, they turned out okay.” While still hugging her and trying to find something more to say, I noticed that Fred’s hand was still squarely on her breast, though possibly to keep her from dropping against the wheel. Cindy still held his cock too. I felt the boat slowing, then the motor stopped. We were in a small cove. Fred asked me to find the aft anchor in a storage slot, to tie it off and toss it over.That done he asked, “What time your watch say?” I wasn’t wearing one. He looked at his empty wrist and declared, “Yup, it’s late enough in the day. George, I think we could all use a drink.”I couldn’t have agreed more. As I went to get things out Cindy requested, “Strong.” There wasn’t any ice and after a taste I thought it might have been better to skip the cola but it would do. We were all quiet for a couple of minutes.Fred said something in my wife’s ear and she turned to look at him. Looking at me she said, “Mr. Wilkins just pointed out that I forgot something. He said maybe that it made me more, vulnerable. While he was licking and, stuff, he ah…put a finger in my bum.”My face went blank. That was definitely another thing I’d never done, or considered. I managed to get out, “All that at the same time? It’s no wonder you came, I guess.””I guess,” Cindy shrugged. “Having a finger shoved up my butt surprised me. But then the whole thing was surprising. Everything seemed to happen so quick, even cumming.””We can talk more some other time if you like. You’ve told me and it’s okay.” Cindy smiled weakly. “There’s more but I need a break.”I nodded, and though I was stunned at the word “more”, I offered, “Cindy, love, try and remember your giggles. I smiled when I heard them. Remember it was pleasant. You were laughing when you came to the table.” She sighed, got up and went to the back to sit. Fred finished his drink and made us all more. After working though about half her second drink, my sweetie took a deep breath and began again. “Okay, when we were drying each other, I bent to do Mr. Wilkins’ legs and his Moby. I started to pat his…balls dry, and he said to say hello to them.”I laughed hearing that. “He said they were Wally and Phil.” I roared. “Named for a walnut and a filbert. Anyway, I kissed them and said hello. Then I, wait I forgot something. Oooh, I’m all mixed up in telling this. After I came, Mr. Wilkins sucked his fingers. I thought it was nasty but he insisted it was nice. He put a couple of fingers back, in me, and sucked them again. He said my wetness was like nectar. He put them in again and put them to my mouth. He said I’d be surprised. I know now I was carried away by everything, but… I just let him put his fingers in my mouth.””Oh,” was all I could say. Cindy finished her drink and waved her glass for more. Fred took her glass to make another and I handed him mine as he passed.She continued, “I was surprised I didn’t gag or throw up. It wasn’t awful like I thought. How could I have been so sure it would be?”Fred returned with our drinks. We nodded a thanks and Cindy took a fair swallow.Picking up her story she continued, “So now I’ll go back to before. I kissed Wally and Phil and then I went to kiss Moby. I saw moisture on the top, and with you I always thought it was pee. Mr. Wilkins said it was just like my own nectar, that it was his arousal. He asked me to try it. I knew it wasn’t semen, so I, licked it. It wasn’t bad George. How could I have been so stubborn and closed minded to everything. Um, anyway, I went and kissed his Moby, at the tip there, and said hello. More of that thick moisture appeared, and I licked it up too. I just started licking, all over. … I even licked his balls. … Can you ever forgive me?””Cindy, Cindy. All this is a stunning surprise but there is nothing to forgive. I love you.””Hah! Ooh, I don’t know if you’re twisted or the most wonderful guy in the world, but I need to believe you.”I hugged her tight. “Cindy, when you said yes you’d marry me, remember what I said? I still mean that.”Cindy looked squarely at me and stated, “You’ll need all that love now George. I put him in my mouth.”My stunned state could come up with only one thing. I kissed my wife.Softly in my ear she went on, “I held him in my mouth. I didn’t do anything else. He asked if I would and I did. He didn’t cum or anything, and I didn’t suck. … I don’t think.” I kissed and kissed her. She kissed me back. We sat back and relaxed in the late morning sun. The gentle motion of the boat felt soothing and my eyes closed.Cindy’s voice brought me back from approaching concerned slumber. “George, you remember the chocolates last night? Mr. Wilkins said my nectar was almost as sweet.”I sat up and turned to look at my wife. Seeing this she weakly smiled. “I’m sure it is,” I replied. Blushing, Cindy giggled, “I won’t force you.”My jaw dropped, then I grinned. Quickly getting to my knees, I looked longingly at her adorable pussy, then slowly moved closer and tenderly licked its length. Experiencing tiny electric flashes of excitement, slowly and thoroughly I sought out every detail my tongue could find. Cindy sighed as her pussy began to open slightly. I could now see the beginning of her inner lips. Lovingly I licked each side then gingerly probed her center. In the desire to appreciate this new wonder, I wriggled my tongue around deeply. I tried making my tongue narrow and pointed, slipping it in then back, in then back. I felt her hand rest lightly on my head.Remembering her words of the shower, I licked upward to find her clitoris. Cindy jerked, her hand gripping my hair. Licking all around that little nub, I ventured a finger to her now very moist entrance and my wife whispered a gasp. Finger sliding in and out, not risking too deep, I licked then began to gently suck her clit. She let out a long, slow moan. I kept alternating multiple licks then sucks for as long as I dared. I had to stop. I so wanted to cause her to cum but my own excitement had brought me too close. If we’d been alone I surely would have mounted her, but we weren’t.Gazing at my wife, Cindy’s eyes came to focus and she giggled. Blushing and grinning, she informed me, “Your mouth is all wet.” Quickly moving forward she kissed me. Our tongues found each others as we passionately, hungrily kissed. Again recalling we weren’t alone, I moved back and returned to my seat.Cindy took my hand. “So?””Delightful, wonderful, sweet,” I proclaimed happily.Cindy giggled loudly, “Pervert.””Not even close, but if I am I don’t care.”She moved to kneel in front of me. “Ah, Cindy, be careful, I’m really close right now.”Pausing she rubbed my thighs. I watched as she kissed near each side of my cock, then kissed just above my balls. With one hand Cindy lifted my sack and licked at the root of my cock. I almost jolted off of the seat. She paused then repeatedly licked each of my balls. It was my turn to moan. A pause before slowly, tortuously licking the length of me. So incredible. Mercifully she paused again. She kissed her way back down. Another pause, then she licked just under the crown. My cock twitched and twitched. She swept her tongue all over the head of my cock before dipping the tip at the opening there. I think I may have been whimpering. Once more she paused. Suddenly I was enveloped in her mouth. Oh god, the sensation. Warm, moist, so intimate. Groaning, I pushed her away. Demurely Cindy rose and sat beside me. I gripped her hand, still feeling the extreme sensations. I had to calm down. When I could I mashed our lips together with the all the love I had. Finishing my drink, I looked at Cindy’s. She swallowed the last of it and I reached to take her glass.”I’ll get them,” she stated. Walking just past Fred, she put the glasses down then turned back and kissed him. They spoke quietly, then she kissed him again. Cindy took his glass, made three drinks and served them. Sitting by my side again, she asked, “Are we okay?”Sincerely I replied, “More than okay.””I seem to be experiencing so many things with Mr. Wilkins first. That doesn’t seem right,” Cindy explained.”Yeah, it is somehow. You’ve worked through your fears. I’m not sorry for that. How could I be?””That’s kinda deep. You’re sweet.” My wife paused then went on, “I was wondering, would it be proper to, maybe, thank him?”I looked at her, trying to comprehend what deviousness this was leading to.Cindy continued, “Remember when I said I thought about being nice to him that other time?””Geez Cindy. I mean, yeah, he likely would love it, but I don’t think you owe him or anything.”Her expression changed to a ponder. “Hmm, you’re right.” She took another sip and shrugged. “He did something for me this morning. I just thought it’d be nice to stroke him, like I almost did before. You know, another first like?”I coughed, “Now?” She nodded once. Letting out a small sigh, I tried to caution, “For naughty fun. You don’t owe him.”My wife smiled and kissed me, then got up to go make Fred one satisfied guy. I followed. I felt like an ass for wanting to be near but there was no way I wanted to miss this.Cindy kissed Fred deeply. Their lips opened and I could see their tongues caressing. Sliding her hands down his chest and stomach, she knelt between his legs. She nudged them wider and kissed from the top of his right thigh to his cock. The other received the same attention, then she kissed into his sac and lightly gave kisses to his left nut. Switching, she did the right, then began bathe his entire scrotum with her tongue. Good Lord, her ice cream thing was now so mild compared to this. I wanted to remind her she was only going to stroke him but I was mesmerized.Licking upward, my amazing wife tongued every part of Fred’s shaft she could. Making the down trip she applied light, wet kisses. Returning to just under the head she licked and kissed that responsive spot. Her left hand rose and lightly began to tease his nuts while wetly licking around the ridge of the crown. A good amount of Fred’s arousal had formed at the tip of his cock. My dear wife looked, dipped her tongue for a taste and another. Her right hand came up to play her fingers gently along his shaft. Wrapping her small hand around him, she tilted the heavy, thick cock to her. Placing her lips just on the very lubricated tip, she sipped his oozing wetness into her mouth.Moving her head back slightly, she considered his cock, then looked at me briefly. Looking at Fred she stated, “Mr. Wilkins, do not even consider cumming in my mouth.” Continuing to caress his balls, she moved into him and enveloped the large head of Fred’s cock. My heart pounded.Cindy moved her mouth even deeper and held there, lips stretched wide around the girth. Half his long, thick shaft in my wife’s pretty mouth somehow was so extremely erotic. My own cock began throbbing.She backed off, only to sink her mouth down again, this time not pausing before backing up to the rim. Randomly she began to mouth only the head while teasing the ridge beneath with her tongue. Then again and again she dove on his length. Oh my God. I could even see indentation of her cheek. She was actually sucking his cock. Fred groaned and Cindy immediately withdrew her mouth. With no delay she began sliding her hand up and down his shaft, her other still fondling his balls. She never changed tempo. In what seemed like a soft motherly voice, she said, “Mr. Wilkins, it’s okay to cum.” She continued her steady stroking, her grip seeming a little firmer. Fred roared and came. Cindy kept stroking, Fred kept coming. More and more and more cum burst from the flared, red open hole. Cum coated his whole cock and groin, my wife’s hand and wrist, which still hadn’t stopped. He came some more. Not lightening her grip or stroke, she kept her hand sliding up and down as far as she could. Even his balls were covered in cum as was her hand there. Finally when there were no more last drops emerging, Cindy gently lay his cock onto his belly. She rose and lightly kissed him. Fred’s whole body was limp.My wife looked at her hands coated in Fred’s semen. Looking at me, she grinned broadly and put her arms out to her sides. Leaning to me, we kissed. I sensed flutters in my gut. Cindy looked about, then knelt on a seat. Bending over the side of the boat she cleaned herself off. Done, she turned around grinning and kissed me again. “Yeow” The little minx had grabbed my still hard cock with her cool, wet hands.Giggling loudly, she plopped herself into her seat and took a big swallow of her drink. Trying to act annoyed, I sat and lowered my glass. Fred stood with some difficulty and walked toward us. The sight was comical.”Cindy you are one hell of a woman, thank you,” he stated, then dove off the back end of the boat.I laughed and thought a swim might be nice, calm me down too. I got up to dive in as well. “Husband!” I heard from Cindy. Turning around, I saw her slouch real low in her seat and spread her limbs. “Wife wants fuck now!””Yes wife,” I replied as I mock saluted.Quick like a bunny I was on my knees, my still mostly hard cock eager to find its much loved cocoon. We didn’t make love, we fucked, urgently. I was so hard as her hand grabbed my shaft and pulled me forward. I felt her opening receptively stretch as I pushed inside. God, she was so hot and soaked.I plunged fully inside before halfway back out. I felt her hands grabbing my ass, her hips frantically pumping as she breathed heavily into my ear. I fucked my wife with crazy-fast thrusts, both of us moaning in our shared rapture as the boat rocked beneath us. Neither of us knew if Fred was watching. I no longer cared and to be honest, the possibility may have even added to the lust for some reason that I couldn’t begin to fathom.”Oh George… God, you feel so good,” Cindy breathlessly moaned into my ear as I rammed my swollen, aching cock into her hot, flowing pussy, again and again. “Oh yes, getting close, please…”And then I felt her shudder beneath me as she climaxed, soaking me more with her passion. Seconds later, feeling my balls tighten harder, I began blasting my cum into her, filling her. Finished pulsing the last of my seed, I pulled out and we kissed and kissed.Breathing again somewhat normal, we dove in and swam over near Fred. We soon realized it wasn’t all that deep. The water only came midway to my chest by the time we got to him. Like Fred we rested comfortably, feet on the bottom, knees slightly bent, with only our head and neck above water. Time passed; there didn’t seem much need to say anything just then. So peaceful.Chapter 6: Tit for TatThe boat sped into view almost before the sound. Being in a cove must have blocked it. “Just stay down,” Fred instructed when Cindy and I started automatically rising to look. Sure enough it kept going.This time we heard the sound first. The boat obviously turned back after it passed. It started to turn into the cove and slowed. “Do we swim for it?” I asked.”Did you put the ladder down?” Fred asked back.”What ladder?”Cindy almost cried, “Mr. Wilkins I don’t want to get caught like this again.” “I’ll get them to go away.” “Hope so. I’m getting chilly too,” she added.”Hi grampa,” a voice called out.I heard a low, “Oh geez,” from my wife.Their boat stopped near his, a beautifully deep tanned girl at the wheel. A boy in the back was lifting the anchor. His skin looked like glazed milk chocolate. “You didn’t need to stop. Go enjoy your day,” Fred called to them.Pausing with the anchor in hand, the boy responded with a smile, “We came looking for you.””Yeah,” the girl said, standing and walking to our near side. She crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt. “We can swim together.”Fred spoke quicker and louder, “Don’t bother, we’re done. Getting cold.” He stood up and moved toward them.”Aw,” the girl puled, letting go of her top and slapping her thighs. What nice thighs they were too. She was positively beautiful. Very trim, solid figure, her facial features looked exotic. I started to stand.Cindy pulled me back down. “Don’t you dare leave me,” she whispered forcefully. Fred was speaking with them then bahis firmaları turned to us. “Mind company later?” he called out.Glancing at each other, Cindy replied, “No, that’ll be nice.” I looked at her again and she quietly explained, “Gotta be nice, they’re his family.””You’re right, could they be Tom’s k**s?” Cindy’s mouth opened but then she just shrugged a don’t know gesture.The k**s’ boat started up and slowly reversed. They headed off in the direction they first came from. Cindy and I started making our way to Fred’s boat.”They’re gorgeous,” Cindy stated.”They sure were… Something’s not right. Fred can’t be related to them.”My wife laughed, “Don’t you think Mr. Wilkins is cute?”I splashed water at her. “It’s the skin color.””Yeah, that is odd. Well Tom looked rather dark. I thought it was just his tan.”Fred, who had been putting the ladder out at the stern, explained, “Tom’s my son-in-law, he’s Cuban mulatto.” We climbed aboard. Fred got out towels from somewhere under the bow deck and we dried off. We sat and finished our drinks and Fred rose to make more.”Not sure I want any more thanks,” Cindy said as she started to put her things on.I just sat there thinking about the vision of Fred’s lovely granddaughter. Fred handed me my drink. “Head back for a sandwich,” he said, not really asking.I slipped on my shorts. We began to talk as we headed back and had a late lunch. Fred, who was driving, this time without my wife, told us, “James and Jen, Jennifer, are my grandc***dren. Mary, their mother, is my daughter. We have always been open. Mary and I before Tom came along. We met him during a vacation near Santiago De Cuba. He was a tour guide and showed us the sights. They corresponded and Mary went back a few times, and the rest is history as they say.”Cindy remarked, “So it wasn’t just his tan like I thought.””No,” Fred replied. “The k**s picked up their color from his genes. Don’t know how they got their looks though,” he chuckled.”Jennifer’s quite beautiful from what I saw,” I stated with a bit too much enthusiasm.Cindy came back with, “James is gorgeous.” I looked at her and she stuck out her tongue at me. To Fred she added, “Tom’s nice looking too.””Mulattoes can often be quite striking, but not Tom, he’s my son-in-law” Fred added laughing. “Figure he talked about being over, they wanted to meet you two.”Cindy blushed. “He wouldn’t have told them about…?”Fred cut in, “We’re all open, like I said.”Cindy blanched. I dropped my head. Hesitatingly, Cindy inquired, “How open is open Mr. Wilkins?””I reckon they were about to skinny dip with us,” answered Fred.”Oh my,” Cindy exclaimed.”Fred, how old are they?” I asked.”James is twenty, Jen eighteen.”I got up from the table, put my plate in the sink and for the first time, chose to sit in an armchair. I heard movement and dishes then Cindy came to sit on the couch. Fred started washing up. My mind was in a fog when my wife spoke, “What’s up hon?””I’m sorry,” I replied, still looking rather blank. “Huh?””I’m sorry, that… Jennifer caught me off guard,” I tried to explain.”She did seem lovely.”I shook my head vigorously. “I need to get my act together. Sorry hon, I love you.”Cindy smiled and, for some reason that I didn’t understand, blushed. When Fred was done he sat on the couch with Cindy.She inquired, “So you’re not going to put clothes on before they come back?”He placed a friendly arm around her shoulder and queried, “Think I should?””Mr. Wilkins, are you and Toms’ family nudists or something?””Around here or in their home, often yes. You might as well know we all have sex too.””With your granddaughter?” He gave a half nod. “And daughter?” Another nod.”Tom and James do too,” he added. “You don’t look surprised?”Cindy explained, “Surprised yes, but not completely shocked. George and I had a friend before we got married, Wendy, she’s George’s age. Her and her brother got together. We thought that was pretty, well… kinky. Then her mother left, and shortly after she started with her dad too. We got upset and wondered about sacred trust and morals, that sorta thing. But over time and talking with her it became clear it wasn’t harmful, at least for her. And she was protecting against pregnancy. We came to accept it I guess.”Perhaps we were all letting each others revelations sink in for we sat, not speaking, for a good while. Coming out of my whatever, I went to the couch and told them to scoot down. I sat beside my wife and held her hand. Cindy kissed my cheek. Moments later Fred went to the washroom. Coming back he went to the chair but Cindy asked him to sit beside her again. She held out her other hand. So there we were, Cindy in the middle holding both our hands. Us dressed, Fred still nude.We heard the faint sound of a motor, no, two. They steadily got louder and I realized it was small motor bikes, likely trail bikes. Fred made no move to get up. “James and Jen?” she asked him.”That would be them.”Cindy let go of my hand and spun to lay her head in Fred’s lap, her legs over mine.”What are you doing?” I asked, confused but also amused.Cindy motioned for me to take her hand. Shuffling so as not to dislodge her legs, I held it. Looking rather nervous, she explained, “I’m not going to meet them naked, their dad was enough. But I figure admitting we’re friendly…” she ended with a tiny smirk. I squeezed her hand, “You’re amazing.””Quite,” Fred agreed.Cindy smiled, sat up, kissed me then Fred and lay down again. She found his hand and placed it high on her abdomen, resting her hand on his.”I think they’ll get the picture,” I said, realizing I felt red.Cindy suddenly looked up at Fred and blurted, “God, I hope they don’t think we’re fucking!” She started to get up but Fred held her there. “I’ll set them straight. This is good, good thinking.” He freed his hand and lightly squeezed her right breast, adding, “This might be more fun though.” He then returned it to her abdomen.”Mr. Wilkins you are so bad,” Cindy admonished, grinning.I chuckled. Cindy giggled, turned and loudly kissed his belly. Fred laughed then we were all laughing. Quickly he pressed her tit again and went back to just below. She gave a mock gasp. A second later, Cindy moved his hand under her top to her breast. He squeezed then she pulled him back out and onto her tummy. We were still laughing and giggling. The bikes came to an idle then shut down. Cindy’s breathing became harder. “You’re red,” I told her. She spun her head to hide it against Fred’s stomach.They burst in bubbling with hellos. Placing some bags on the counter they then plopped into the two armchairs. Cindy turned her head to them and Fred did the introductions. Able to see them closer now, I confirmed they were both exceptionally good looking, and they were petite. He was perhaps a tad shorter than my wife, her possibly a few inches shorter than that. The girl was simply stunning. To top it off, her perky breasts were unrestrained beneath her tee. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my gaping. Feeling guilty for my thoughts, I think I tried study a knot of wood in the floor or something. It didn’t work.Jen grinned wryly, saying, “We figured out why you didn’t want us to go swimming with you.”Cindy chuckled and it became contagious. James inquired, “You get lots of fishing in?”I said yes as did Fred, but he added, “We were going out again this afternoon but not now perhaps.” He looked at me, then my wife.”We can all go,” James countered enthusiastically.Their grins and smiles couldn’t just be bubbly personalities, could they? I felt embarrassed and noticed Cindy was too. Fred sensed their intent because he said, “Me thinks they know.”Cindy, if possible, became redder. Jen indicated to her brother, he nodded and they both stood up. In a disappointed voice she said, “Please don’t be embarrassed. Dad says you guys are nice. We’ll leave.”Cindy took a second then rapidly got up and went to them, “No, please don’t go. We’re new to…this, but you seem nice too.”I stood and shook their hands, repeating, “Hi. Don’t let us make you leave.”Fred, who was still sitting on the couch naked, remarked, “This could be awkward.”In unison we all turned to Fred, then the four of us giggled loudly. Jen gripped the bottom of her shirt with her hands and flipped it up and down a little. Quietly she said to us, “This might help. You mind?”Cindy slightly shook her head. I was mesmerized from seeing just that tiny bit of the beautiful girl’s tummy. Not two feet from us, Jen swiftly lost her top, and I think my eyes bugged out. The blur beside me was James stripping. Jen shoved down her shorts and panties together. James was nude by the time she was. With a couple of kicks they both flung their shoes.Cindy and I stood stock still for a few moments, then she took my hand. “We’ll be right back,” she said to them, and led us into our room. With a small nervous look at me she undressed. Numbly I did too.My wife glanced at my cock. It was completely flaccid. “You okay?” she asked.”That Jennifer, I…”My dear wife kissed me. “Snap out of it. … Remember that movie, Notting Hill?” I nodded after a moment to recall. “And how I got all emotional when Julia Roberts said that line? Well Jen is just a girl too.”Taking my hand again we rejoined the others. James and Jen were back in their chairs. It was then that I noticed James’ equipment was a shade darker than the rest of him. Sitting us both down on the couch again, Cindy turned to Fred. “Mr. Wilkins, I think we could use drinks, strong.”He stood and went to make them. His grandk**s popped up saying they’d help. They certainly did seem an enthusiastic pair and weren’t at all shy.”You bring everything?” Fred inquired.James replied, “Two chickens.””Two rums from dad’s supply,” chimed Jen.James continued, “We were low on Diet Coke so we brought Diet Canada Dry instead.””Sounds okay, good work,” Fred said, sounding pleased. “Cindy, would you mind piecing up these chickens?” he called over.James quickly enthused, “I’ll help her.” Instantly blushing, my wife nervously went to join them.Sly Fred thought of a way to break some awkwardness.”Jen, I made yours mild. Take this one over to George will you?” Fred asked.Uh-oh, I anxiously thought. He’s involved me too. Jen handed me my drink then sat beside me. Close beside me. Looking straight ahead, I took a huge swallow. I breathed aloud. It was quite strong. “You’re good looking,” a soft, demure voice beside me stated. The sounds from the kitchen area behind me became blurred to my mind. “Nice muscles too.” I made a mistake. I looked at her. Her lovely thighs, slim hips, and no pubic hair. Slightly pouted mound. Her narrow, trim abdomen, terrific small, but full breasts. Delightful nipples, the color of rich cocoa. Her slender neck and incredibly beautiful face. Her dark, erotic, smiling eyes. “Thanks… you…”Jen giggled softly, “Thank you,” she replied, lightly resting her hand on my upper leg. “Your wife is right,” she added, glancing at the partial wall to our bedroom. “I’m just a gurrl. I won’t bite,” Jen softly but teasingly said, lightly squeezing my thigh, “Much.”Quite unable to speak, I took another slug of my grog. “I’ll be right back,” she advised, patting my leg. Taking my glass, she went to the others. The lovely gal with exotic, almost an olive skin tone and soft, light, chocolate-brown hair returned and stood in front of me. Handing back my now full glass, she took my other hand and tugged. “Come, let’s sit in the sun.”Holding my hand, Jen led us to the picnic table. She hopped up, sitting on the top with her feet on the seat. I managed to sit beside her with less athletic spryness.Taking hold of my hand again, Jen stated simply, “I know some find me attractive, but lots don’t.””Jennifer, they’re gay,” I managed to rebut with a rather clear voice.She squeezed my hand. “Okay, so I look okay,” she replied softly. “I have many faults though. I like when I burp, I think it’s funny. Sometimes I fart too.”Cracking a smile, I looked at my new acquaintance and saw that she was smiling too. I had such a desire to kiss her right then and there.Jen went on, “I have one foot bigger than the other. I have crazy morning hair. Mom says I’m too uninhibited and I like to have wayyy too much fun. … I really like kissing.”Christ, was she psychic as well? Slowly, hesitatingly, I neared her lips and kissed them briefly. Jen placed her hands on my shoulder and neck. She kissed me soundly then moved herself apart.”See, told ya,” she affirmed, smiling. Hopping off the table, she turned and saw my now very awake cock. “Mmm.” She grinned then turned to the cottage. Bouncing off, Jen sang out, “Maybe I’ll ask someone if I can borrow their husband.”My mind couldn’t decide. Anxiety, desire, foreboding, madcap comedy, all kinds of thoughts and feelings flitted in and out. Fuck, I had to leave, drive home, that’s it. Can’t, I realized, not with the booze I’d had. I tossed out the drink and contemplated the glass in my hand. A realization crystallized, not the glass. Stepping to the ground, I walked to the cottage.Inside it was like a party. They were all sitting at the table chatting and laughing. Cindy rose and came over to me by the door. “How you doing?” she quietly inquired.”I figured it out,” I answered my wife with confidence. Fred and James left to inspect extra rods he had in his boat house.”Good.” Walking to the others, she asked me, So, you ready to go fishing?””Yeah, sure. … Where’s that lotion? You’ll still need it.” Cindy blushed. “I’ll put it on you this time.”Returning with it she offered, “You need some too. I’ll do you first.”Jen piped up, “Can I do it?” Cindy and I flushed and looked at the girl. She had a pretty please look on her face. My wife whispered to me, “Your turn to endure it.” I was in trouble. She poked me over to Jen. “You can do his back,” Cindy said to the grinning girl.Jen popped up as I let out a big sigh of relief that it was only going to be my back. Her back massage felt quite pleasant. Oops, I felt her hand on my butt and instantly my cock rose. Looking at Cindy showed her watching with amused interest. She wasn’t going to stop it. Oh well I could get through this. I would do the rest myself.Done with my legs, Jen bounced up, asking with that happy voice, “Can I do the rest now?”We saw movement. Fred and James had come back and were looking on amused. I offered a thanks to Jen, then, “Come on Cindy, I’ll do your back.””Do hers, I’m enjoying this.”I held back a groan. Jen beamed and presented her back. I heard Fred remark, “Come on James, help me bring things down to the boat. Fish won’t wait.”Fred’s voice didn’t break the tension I felt. Cautiously I rubbed lotion onto the lovely girl, careful to not do her sides and bump a breast. Done with her lower back I stopped. “Aw,” came from Jen.I shouldn’t have but I glanced at my wife. She was indicating to continue. Squatting, I was looking inches from a most delightful bum. I was close to losing it and ravishing her. “You sure you’re eighteen?” I asked, trying to sound teasing, like I was cool with it all.Giggling and bouncing on her toes Jen assured me she was. Oh what a sight. Sighing a bit, I touched her pert butt. Gingerly I rubbed those small, firm cheeks, intent on not venturing to her crease. I moved to her legs and quickly did them. No way I was going to look up to where they joined. I was shaky enough. Cindy stood for her turn and swung her hair out of the way. I applied more lotion to my hand. “May I, Cindy?” Jen’s voice asked. Oh-ho, that was a surprise.”Uh, thanks, he can do it,” Cindy replied.Trying my best to not grin, and keeping an easy voice I said, “Aah, let Jennifer do it,” and I rubbed the handful of lotion onto my chest. Walking quickly before my wife could argue, I called back as I grabbed my camera. “I’m going down to the boat.”Fred and James were sitting on board chatting. I sat with them but my mind was back in the cottage. “Where the ladies?” Fred inquired after some length.I don’t know if my face revealed my amusement but I replied, “Um, putting sun screen on.” Fred pretty much just nodded but James cracked a grin that seemed to say a lot more.Fred then announced, “I’m staying back this afternoon. There’s a few things I want to see to.””What? What’s so important to make you miss fishing, Fred?” I asked, truly surprised.”No big deal. I already told James here. He and Jen won’t be company enough?””Ah, well, sure,” I stumbled, embarrassed by the suggestion. “Just caught me off guard.”Fred summed it up with, “You folks enjoy yourselves. Dinner will be mostly ready if you stay out about two hours like we’ve been doing.” He indicated in the direction of the cottage. “Gals are coming. Don’t give me another thought, I’ll be busy.” With that he climbed onto the dock.”Where’s he going?” Cindy questioned as she and Jen got in. They had brought all our clothes.I untied the boat and saw James had taken the wheel. I filled them in as we set off. Cindy sat on my left on the wraparound rear seat, me in the corner and Jen to my right facing the bow. Wish someone could take this picture I thought, when my wife took my hand then shortly after Jen took my other.”Cindy,” James called back. “You wanna drive?”She flushed instantly before vigorously shaking her head. “No, you’re doing a good job.””Okay,” James shrugged. “Just that grampa said you enjoyed it.”I couldn’t help it. What began as a chuckle turned into full laughter. Cindy socked me. “Ow,” I complained, jumping to my feet. “You’re always hitting me.” Cindy giggled. “Well now that I’m up, anyone want a drink?”I heard yeses and a please, then giggling from the two girls. “What?” I asked, looking at them.Cindy was trying to hold back a laugh. She was blushing wildly. “Jen said you weren’t up,” then both of them burst out laughing. I took my time making the drinks and tried to figure some way to get even. Handing them out and sitting down again, Cindy was grinning. “Jen wants to borrow you.”I swung my head to see an innocent looking Jen. Looking back to my wife, I felt what I thought was Jen’s chin rest on top of my shoulder. My mind said, Oh shit. Cindy started giggling, then I felt Jen blow on my neck.”Aah,” my wife cooed then took hold of the camera. “Stay like that,” she bade before rising. Snap.”Jennifer you’re gonna get me in trouble,” I said without turning. “Tol’ ya I liked to play,” she remarked, then lightly kissed my ear.”Cindy she’s just teasing.””Really? It’s the second time she’s asked.””Oh…fuck,” I muttered. The devilish two began laughing again.Scrambling, I figured I’d turn the tables. “James, Cindy really loves steering. Go on hon, just like with Fred. You know ya wanna.” My wife moaned.”Go,” Jen urged.Flustered to the max, she stood silent, then, “First one more picture.”I looked at her, surprised she was actually going to do it, but… “Jen, would you like to sit on George’s lap?” my wife invited, holding up the camera.Cindy’s words were barely finished before Jen moved herself onto me. Her arms around my neck, a breast touching mine. Her legs extended along the seat. Thankfully I wasn’t hard, yet. I put an arm about her small waist, my left across her thighs and held the far one to ease the stress on her legs. Snap. Whack. “Ow, what was that for?” I asked the imp on my lap. Laughing, Cindy put the camera down and went to James. “What exactly did your grandfather tell you?” she queried. Jen nuzzled her nose along my cheek and replied lovingly, “For making fun of the way I talk.” Dang if she didn’t kiss me, fully and hotly.”You hit harder than she does. I was only trying to tease my wife.” Another kiss, this one was wet. “You can still on the way back,” I heard James say and I looked up.Cindy returned stating, “We’re almost there but keep necking if you want.” She got her glass and sat on the opposite side.Jen didn’t seem intimidated and I got a moist open kiss before I could ask, “So are you going to drive us back?”Cindy glanced toward James as the motor slowed. “Dunno,” she finally replied and looked off the back of the boat.The motor stopped. Jen and I untangled and we chatted idly as we prepared lines. My first cast just hit the water when Jen positioned herself so close beside me our shoulders brushed.We heard Cindy’s voice behind us. “That’s the rod I like. Please can I use it?” A pause, then a roar of laughter from my wife.Jen and I turned to see. Cindy was beside herself, chuckling now. She hugged James, kissed him on the temple, then laughed some more. James was embarrassed but grinning.”Out with it mister,” Jen demanded of her brother.He got redder. “Uh, well when Cindy asked me. … Did you hear?” We nodded. “I took it the wrong way I guess. I looked down at myself.”Three of us laughed loudly. Poor James just looked on.”Were you teasing my brother?” Jen asked, amused.Cindy shook her head while trying to calm herself and sat down beside James. He handed her the fishing pole. “Aah, you’re not just good looking, you’re sweet,” she tenderly said, and gently kissed his lips.Sometimes my mouth doesn’t wait for my brain. “James, that’s not what Cindy said about you earlier.”My wife instantly eyed me with daggers.”Huh?” James asked back, confused.Jen quietly inquired in my ear, “What, what was it?”I whispered how my wife had declared he was gorgeous.She lit up grinning and called out, “Hey Cindy, trade ya.”Seeing Jen’s broad grin, Cindy blustered, “What are you two up to? Is it my turn to get zinged? Is that it? What, are we playing, tit for tat?”Jen and I chuckled, though me with trepidations. “You can borrow my brother,” she answered, then swiftly turned to look at the water. “Since you think he’s soh gorgeous,” Jen added.Cindy gaped, speechless. James, grinning big time, proclaimed, “Okay by me,” and put a claiming arm around my wife’s waist. “Jen?” Cindy asked with a note of unease. “You were teasing about my husband?”Still looking at her fishing line, she replied in a somber tone, “If you want.”I don’t think I’ve ever been more discomposed than I was at that moment. Likely Cindy felt the same. Compounding the disconcertion, Jen asked me in a hushed tone, “You mind, Cindy and James?”I didn’t even attempt to answer. I tried to block the scenario of Cindy with James, in bed. God, would they screw? She hadn’t with Fred. James was much closer in age to my wife, but. … We’d all just met. Me with Jennifer.Finally I ventured to explain, and quietly to Jen, I came out with, “We’ve never, you know. … And the nude stuff, just kinda happened.”She thought, then just as quietly, responded, “You’re okay with nude.” I felt no need to say anything. “Be nice though,” she added, “If we all went for it.”Fishing forgotten, I blankly gazed at the water. No one was talking now, or at least that my dazed brain picked up. I did glance at Cindy once. Her and James, while on the seat, were squatted on their legs facing the water, their bums toward me. Hips touching, he had an arm about her waist again.”You call me Jennifer, hardly anyone does,” my fishing neighbor said simply without turning.”Lovely girl deserves the nicer version.”Jen looked deep into my eyes and said in a matter of fact tone, “Being with you could’ve been good.” Turning away she added, “Wasn’t gonna try ‘n steal you.”Hugging her with one arm, I kissed her shoulder, then gently tried again, “We, Cindy and I, have only messed around a little. I desire you very much, but I love my wife.” “Got one,” Jen announced suddenly. There was no enthusiasm to her voice, then I remembered they lived here at the lake. Moments later Cindy called out, “Neat, me too.”I was happy for them and soon I felt better. James and I congratulated the girls. Deciding those bare butts together deserved a picture, I snapped one, then stood to stretch. Seeing only James’ glass was near empty, I took his and mine to refill.”We must have drifted over a school,” he declared, reeling in the third for the boat. Just capping the bottle, I heard Jen yelp, “Hey!”I saw her quickly take my rod before it was pulled completely overboard. Grinning wryly, I gave James his drink. I was content to watch as Jen pulled in the fourth. Sensing we’d been out our two hours, I was tempted to say something, but now the fishing was hot. An upward flick of the rod and James set the hook on another. I sat by Jen to catch my own. I waited and waited. No one got so much as another bite. James suggested it was time to go and we all reeled in.Packing up, Cindy proclaimed, “I got the biggest. I win a prize.”James joined in, “I got the most, so I do too. And I already know what I want.””Not so fast gorgeous. I got the same as you,” Jen countered, adding the little tease. “Plus the first one.””No way. One was on George’s line,” her brother complained.”Yeah but I did all the work. Handsome here didn’t even touch it.””He baited the hook.””Hey!” I called out, sticking my nose in. “Since I didn’t win either way, how be you three each get one prize?” Cindy thought that was a good solution, so did James. Jen nodded but muttered, “Won’t even stick up for me.”Cindy stated for having the largest she wouldn’t have to do dishes.”Huh?” came from the siblings.”That’s a lame prize,” Jen declared.”Whattaya mean?” my wife asked, confused.”Well, even though I’m not likely to get my wish, you know what I want.”Cindy’s jaw dropped. Cindy looked and saw my paled face. Turning to James, he suddenly got embarrassed and looked down. Possibly to divert, he inquired, “Um, so you gonna drive now?”She seemed to study James then Jen and finally myself once more. She motioned for me to follow and we walked to the front. “Do you want Jen?” she whispered.”I love you,” I whispered back.”That’s not what I asked. She obviously wants you.”Sighing, I nodded. “There’s desire, lust. But it’s not worth our marriage.””I’ve done things with Mr. Wilkins.””Jennifer has more in mind I think.”James called to us, “Uh, we’re getting close to shore here, can we go?””I love you too.” Cindy kissed me. “We’ll talk after.” I nodded. She beckoned to James, “I need help driving this thing.”Not feeling my best after that chat I went aft, found my drink and plopped down away from Jen.Sitting facing forward, I saw Cindy get James to sit then pull the chair back. I moved to sit beside the source of my concerns, Jennifer. The view of the two in the front was better. Really. Sure enough my wife sat on James’s leg and the motor started.I heard a tiny gasp of surprise beside me and felt Jen hug my arm with both hers. Her head rested on my shoulder.Shortly after we started off back to the cottage, Cindy looked back.”You can start necking again.” Then to Jen’s and my complete amazement, she took James’ left hand and placed it on her breast.I couldn’t see any more, I got smothered with wet tongue kisses by an extremely sexy young woman. I got into responding and my tongue played with hers. Man-oh-man she was writhing all over. Slowly sliding a hand up her side, I thought, Hot Latin Lover. Timidly covering Jennifer’s amazingly firm breast with my hand, her kisses became even more intense.You-oo-‘ve got the magic touch, woo-oo. It makes me glow so much, oo-woo-oo.It casts a spell – it rings a bell, the magic touch…Trying to break apart from my seductress, I looked about for the radio I never knew was on the boat. Jen persisted with seeing how deeply she could force her tongue into my mouth.Oh-uh-oh, when I feel your charm, woo-oo. It’s like a fourth alarm, oo-woo-oo…Flabbergasted, I realized it was James singing. His voice was amazing. Pure, rich, so natural.You make me thrill so much. You’ve got, the magic touch…”He’s serenading her,” Jen remarked softly as she slid down to kiss my chest then my stomach. I wondered if my wife was holding James like she did Fred.’ere I go reeling, uh-oh… “Platters song,” Jennifer breathed, then her hot wet mouth enveloped my incredibly hard cock.I’m feeling the glow, uh-oh…”Ooh Jennifer,” I moaned, looking to the amazing girl who was smiling back at me with her marvelous eyes. But where can I go from you. I didn’t know too much, woo-oo…”Aah, your tongue, aah, aah.”And then I felt your touch, oo-woo-oo. And now I’ve learned, I can return, the magic touch…I tried to push her away, “God, be careful.”‘ere I go reeling, uh-oh. I’m feeling the glow, uh-oh. But where can I go, from you… “Stop, you’re gonna make me cum.”I didn’t know too much, woo-oo. And then I felt your touch, oo-woo-oo… “Ooh ooh ooh.”And now I’ve learned, I can return…”Aaaaahhhh.”The magic touch. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooooo.Jennifer continued sucking and sucking and swallowing. Finally I felt her mouth become more gentle. Only when I began to lose my hardness did she release me. Grinning, she popped up to squeeze me tightly, and softly breathed, “So wanted to do that,” then she kissed me hard. Moving her head back slightly, Jennifer looked into my eyes and whispered, “I want to feel you, deep, deep inside me.” I don’t know how long we cuddled for. Correction, Jennifer cuddled. I wasn’t participating too well, I was wilted. I sensed the motor and boat slow, then Cindy was beside me. “George, you gonna help?”Getting my bearings, I realized we were about to touch dock. My attempt to sit forward and stand missed and I sank back down again. “You alright?” my wife asked, but sounded amused.”Um, he’s a little, spent,” Jen replied, then I heard them both giggle.The girls climbed to the deck to tie off. “That was his first, complete. You know that?””Really? Hm, makes sense. He tried to stop me near the end.””Wish I’d been closer to see.”This managed to get me to my feet and I helped James gather things to take back up to the cottage. Jen asked my wife, “So why didn’t you come back then?””I didn’t want to disrupt. I looked back and saw, so I had James drive so I could watch. But I didn’t want to disturb.”We stopped while James cleaned the fish. He was even more proficient than Fred. Maybe seeing I was impressed, Cindy smiled and informed me, “His dad taught him how to cut poultry and meats for the store too.Beginning the second fish, James broke into song again.And her name is, C-I-N-D-Y, C I N D Y, CIN DY, C I N D Y, CIN DY, C I N D Y, CIN DY.I’m gonna shout it all night, CIN DY. I’m gonna shout it every day, CIN DY. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah… Second fish done.Ha! She make me feel so good, Lord.I wanna say she make me feel all right. Comes a-walkin’ down my street.Then she comes up to my house. She knock upon my door. And then she comes to my room. Yeah, an’ she make me feel all right.Third.C-I-N-D-Y C-I-N-D-Y.I’m gonna shout it all night, CIN DY. I’m gonna shout it every day, CIN DY.Yeah yeah yeah yeah… Looks so good, CIN DY. All right, feel so good, CIN DY. All right, yeah. All done.My dear wife was grinning like crazy. Stepping in to embrace kaçak iddaa him, James held up his fishy hands. She giggled and waited until he’d cleaned them in lake water. Then Cindy almost bowled him over, zeroing in for a long, hard kiss and firm hug. James and Cindy led arm in arm as we started walking to the cottage. “How’d you come to sing so beautifully?” she inquired.”Dad taught me, said I was a natural.””Your dad? He has a pleasant voice but I never figured him for a singer.””He was part of a group at a resort for the nightly show back in Cuba. But there was a shortage of tour guides when new places opened.” James shrugged. “So they picked him.””You’re a natural tenor I would say. Not strained, it just flowed, and a cappella,” Cindy enthused.James laughed, “That was my new version of “Gloria” by The a****ls.Arriving at the porch we saw the door was closed. Looking about revealed Fred’s car was gone. Inside we found a note on the table, propped up between a deck of cards and a bottle of rum.Returned home to attend matters I spoke of Chicken in oven done by 6 or finish on bbq Mac salad in fridge Corn needs cooking Snacks in cupboardGeorge and Cindy Stay as long as you wish There is ample food Any problems arising my family can assistJames and Jen Drinking and driving especially on bikes is no good Stay here at least overnightLast ones leaving not today please lock up and leave key at the store I won’t be back up for a period of time sokindly take or dispose of any fish or other perishables Tom and Mary have been advised of all so relax and enjoy They will They are going dancing tonight in Allingham Warm thoughts Fred Mr. Wilkins GranddadChapter 7: Dance With MeWhy would Fred pull such a stunt and just go home? That’s how we all perceived it as we sat down at the table. Passing the note back and forth, we’d look at each other, wondering. In time, I got up to check on the chicken in the oven and James made us drinks without anyone asking. Cindy idly toyed with the box of cards, tilting it different ways or tapping it against the table. After taking a couple of good sips of her drink, Jen leaned back in her chair, stretched and declared, “Enough of this, what’re we gonna do?” Once more we looked at each other, but slowly, sheepish grins began to appear. Here we were, all nude and we’d already been messing around. Plus of course, I had received my very first blow job, and not from my wife, but from Jen. Grins became giggles, which became chuckles, and quickly we were all laughing out of control. Flirtatious, teasing looks and remarks ensued, along with plentiful laughs.Thinking I may have gone overboard a bit I looked to my wife. Rather like in a poker game we tried to read each other it seemed. Cindy blinked first, stood and went to put water on to boil for the corn. She also got out the macaroni salad. Oh oh, I thought, maybe she’s not too happy about that blow job after all. Facing the cupboards she spoke out, “George, I’m okay with it. Jen can borrow you.”Pretty much stunned, not only by my wife’s words but also the rather casual way she had come out with it, I began to rise, but hesitated. Was standing with her back to us her way of being able to say what she had? Was this another way of saying, I dare you?I was torn between being reactive and upset or simply telling her not to be silly. Emphasizing my love for her or rushing to hug her for the acceptance of the apparent lust. She had seen the wild kissing and the oral Jen had given and hadn’t gotten mad, then. Hell, she’d even spoken about it lightly with Jen. Oh shit, did she want us to do a full swap? She had been messing with James. Staying where I was, I tried to interpret my wife as I studied her back. Cindy still hadn’t even glanced at me. She seemed as to have found something interesting about the counter top. It was too quiet.”It’s not going to happen,” I declared as I fought the urge to acknowledge Jennifer’s presence by looking at her.”George it’s okay, really. I’ve done some things. … You didn’t get upset.” Turning now to look at me she continued, “I’ve got to be grown up too.”I wanted so much to refute her, saying marriage was about love, devotion, fidelity, not sexual desire for another. Then maybe in her way Cindy was saying the same thing, she loved me and knew I loved only her. Words couldn’t begin to express all that I felt at that moment.Sitting down again, Cindy took my hand and said lovingly, “I know you love me, that shouldn’t be an issue.” A grin rapidly forming, she peeked at Jen and continued, “I might be naughty and watch.”Hearing the sound of water boiling over Jennifer jumped up to fix the problem. After putting the corn in she went to Cindy, bent and kissed her cheek. Changing things away from the moment she asked, “James, help set the table?” Tugging my wife to stand, I led us out to the porch. “I feel kinda sick, nervous about this, you sure?” Nodding Cindy solemnly offered, “It’s plain you want each other. Isn’t it allowed for you to experience things too? How was your first blow job by the way?”I think I groaned before I tried asking, “You…gonna…?” was all I could manage to get out, and I resorted to indicating James with my eyes.Cindy sighed, “I’m not sure. Would be nice maybe, good, I think.” Then mewling, “I can’t decide. Can we just see how it goes?” Kissing my girl, I tried to humor her. “We’re like a couple of virgins.” Suddenly a penny dropped. “Shit! Fred did this on purpose, he set this up.”Cindy’s jaw dropped at the same instant her eyes grew very large. “That bugger, he got James and me talking, and you two. He, well we, saw you and Jen kissing at the picnic table too,” she remarked, summarizing.During supper James asked my wife, “How’d you know about alto and other things? You a singer?”Cindy blushed but didn’t respond. After prodding from me she revealed, “I was in the choir at school, and a musical play or two. And no I won’t sing!””Pleeese,” encouraged James, but she emphatically shook her head.Cindy ended with, “Was in the church choir and had lessons.””Lessons, wow! You sing popular stuff? Choir isn’t, but musicals?””If I like it,” Cindy shrugged. “Doesn’t matter the genre or era. You sang older, have a favorite artist?””Sam Cooke maybe, dad does that age, tourists liked it. I do different things but I like dad’s kind most.” Cindy and Jen cleared the table and started the dishes. The two beautiful nudes began a busy conversation I couldn’t make out. Jennifer went over to James and they whispered to each other. Returning to the sink they resumed their confab and became fairly animated. I wasn’t being immature, okay, I did want to know what they were talking about, but drinks needed to be made. After pouring the rum, I took all our glasses over to the fridge for ice and mix. To my disappointment the girls clammed up while I was near.Dishes done, Jen returned and took hold of my hand as she sat, seemingly trying not to smile about something. My wife, who looked very red, came over, took a fair drink from her glass, then turned to James. Holding out a hand, quietly she prompted, “Dance with me.”They walked to the open area beyond the kitchen. Standing with her back to the table and James toward it, he gazed into my wife’s eyes. Taking hold of his shoulders she admonished him to not look then pulled him close, positioning her head to the side of his. James put his arms about her waist and after a pause Cindy began humming, something that seemed catchy and vaguely familiar. They began to lightly sway, then we heard my wife’s lovely voice.Don’t know much about history. Don’t know much biology.Don’t know much about a science book. Don’t know much about the French I took.James, who appeared curious moments before, was now broadly smiling.But I do know that I…want…you.He was absolutely filled with joy now and embraced my wife closely. And I know that if you…want me too, what a wonderful…time this would be.Cindy got an enthusiastic kiss. Don’t know much about geography. Don’t know much trigonometry.Don’t know much about algebra. Don’t know what a slide rule is for.He pulled back to look upon her then they both sang.But I do know that one and one is two. And if this one could be with you,what a wonderful time this would be.Kissing my wife again, James cheerily spoke, “My turn.” With happiness in his voice he continued. Now I don’t claim to be an “A” student, but I’m trying to be.So maybe by being an “A” student baby, I can win your love for me.He had taken their swaying into a waltz and Cindy’s expression was one of glee. Don’t know much about history. Don’t know much biology. Don’t know much about a science book. Don’t know much about the French I took.James nodded and together they finished. But I do know that I want you. And I know that if you want me too,what a wonderful time this would be.They kissed like lovers, the lovers they surely would be tonight. Hand in hand they walked back to the table.Jen jumped up and embraced my wife. Pressing a hard kiss to Cindy’s lips, she joyously cried, “Waitta go!”Grabbing me by the arm Jennifer commanded, “Boyfriend come,” then promptly marched me to the couch adding, “You too guys,” as she called to James and Cindy. Pushing me down to sit at one end, Jen immediately got on my lap and hugged me possessively. “On that end,” she bid the other two as they arrived grinning, then I found myself trying to keep up with Jennifer’s enthusiastic kisses. “Jennifer,” I managed to get out as I pushed her back so I could regain my senses a bit, “I am not your boyfriend.”Cindy laughed from the other end of the couch and I saw her and James entangled in their own embrace. “You teased me about Paul,” my wife giggled, “so I told Jen.””Grr,” was all I could respond.Jen wetly kissed me then furthered my angst with, “Now Cindy’s got two boyfriends and I have one, you.” She punctuated it by kissing me. “Never had,” she began before applying a kiss, her hands stroking the back of my head, “someone I picked,” she continued while darting a hand down to find my cock, “as a boyfriend before.”I gave up and maneuvered us so I could kiss her neck, a shoulder and, aah, her tantalizing breasts. Letting my anticipation linger, I savored the intimate view before me. “Simply beautiful,” I breathed. With a mild moan I mouthed a nipple. “You taste like tanning lotion.” Jennifer giggled and bent to kiss me. “Forgot,” she giggled again. “We musta put a lot on.””We?” I looked at Jen, then my wife who was attempting to hide her embarrassment.”It was Jen’s fault!” Cindy proclaimed, laughing in a high voice.”Shurr, like I put all this on myself?” Jen jibed, trying to look innocent, including batting her eyes.” Pretending huffiness, Cindy rebuked, “Well you started it!”Jen made a funny dramatic face and shot back, “Yeah, and I just made you do me!”Cindy was near losing it in laughter. “Well hey,” she said, laughing, “just being fair.”Before I allowed myself any more time to imagine what all may have taken place, I got us apart and standing. Looking straight at my still amused wife I declared, taunting, “Come on girlfriend, it’s shower time.”Listening to hoots and laughs from my wife and now James too, Jennifer actually beat me to the bathroom. The whole while she bubbled rapidly, “You really wanna shower with me? I’m your girlfriend? George? Oh this is so super! Hope there’s enough hot water. I’m your girlfriend!”Parts were a jumble to me as Jen blurted it all out so fast and nonstop. Her hugging and kissing intensified again once we had the water right and got under it. Never had I known anyone so enthusiastic. The fact that some of that was misguided didn’t spoil my rather tickled senses. Strike that, I was happy as a pig in a sea of shit.We began to wash each other, or tried to. It proved near impossible and risked someone getting bopped with a hand or elbow. Jen was bouncing about too much, so I embraced and kissed her, long and deep. Her mood moved back to the lover, the more romantic. This I could handle. I wanted to explore every inch of this woman I’d had so many lustful thoughts of during the day. Water raining over her body she appeared even more exotic, more impossibly unattainable for someone the likes of me. Yet here she was, we were, and she called me, “boyfriend”.Finally I got to pay homage to her breasts. So, so delightful and she responded so well. Jennifer’s breasts were perfectly sized for her. Full, round and firm, yet with just enough give. Her dark, solidly aroused nipples barely shied as I kissed and teased with my tongue, then gently suckled as she moaned and pressed my mouth to her tit.Licking the valley between her breasts, down her sternum, I placed small kisses all over Jennifer’s abdomen. This was almost equally as sexy to me. Perhaps because I’d had a glimpse of her tummy first, when she’d flipped the bottom of her top shortly after we’d first met. Nevertheless, I was now fully lost to the eroticism of her beauty and the wonderful feel and tone of her skin. She was moaning now, over and over. Her dimpled cute belly button in particular, I found I wanted to linger there as I dipped my tongue. Jennifer groaned and squirmed. What is it I have about navels? I mused as I dipped to sample again.Her moaning became louder and longer. Her body reacting stronger, as I lightly kissed the entire area between the inner slopes of her hips. I teased with my tongue, desiring to elicit even more sexual hunger from her, for wanting me, her boyfriend, to slake her craving. I had to support her, for her legs seemed to weaken as I kissed slower and with more intensity, with increasing lust.Kill me now but I wanted this woman so badly. The enticing rise of her mound gave way to the center of her womanhood as I kissed and licked her well shaved pussy. She trembled as I paid my respects, in supplication, for permission, to know her fully. Jennifer’s hands pressed urgently on the back of my head, and she emitted unintelligible sounds.She tilted her pelvis toward me as I traced my tongue lovingly along her entrance, her scent intoxicating, her desire seeping, hinting at more. Tenderly probing, her lips parted, she wasn’t soaked merely from the shower. Moaning stronger, she urged me on as I delved deeper, seeking her full, heady, wonderful taste.Holding the cheeks of her taut, clenching bum, I worked my tongue in the movements of intercourse. Withdrawing, I lightly licked her now revealed clitoris, then teased around her little female erection. Returning to suck firmly upon her sensitive clit, I slid two fingers into her flowing pussy. Jennifer jumped, groaning loud, her tunnel clamped on my fingers as I continued to suck and mouth her clit. Crying out, “Yes, yes, ooh, yesss,” she came, shuddering, then nearly collapsed, trembling. Jennifer moaned and looked dreamy eyed when I rose, lifting her back up. Embracing and tenderly kissing her mouth, my voice hoarse with passion, I breathed, “I want us on a bed.” I saw such emotion in Jennifer’s eyes as she squeezed me hard and near hurt me with the intensity of her kiss.We hadn’t done much of a wash, we didn’t consider towels. We didn’t see anything but each others eyes, eyes full of desire as we made our way, hand in hand to the spare bedroom. I heard my wife moan loudly from the area of Fred’s room. It took a moment perhaps for the meaning of the sound to sink in, but I felt indifferent as to the impact right then. Jennifer laid herself down, supine on the middle of the bed, arms beckoning me. I laid down by her side and we kissed, we seriously made out.”Take me. … Want you. … Please,” Jennifer lovingly sighed between kisses.Tempting as it was to simply go for it, for surely I wanted to, instead I rolled her over and began tasting, sampling all of Jennifer I could. I took my time, kissing tenderly, each shoulder, her upper back then her sides. My lover, my girlfriend, whimpered and moaned with each new touch of my lips upon her aroused, sensitized body. I went high up again, and kissed the length of her spine to the small hollow at its base. That was a special place for her it seemed. She jolted and moaned louder, squirmed and mewled as if wanting more.Surprising even myself, I slid a couple of fingers in her pussy and Jennifer cried out. A kiss to the little valley of her back and working my fingers inside her flooded tunnel, I then traced my tongue in circles around that small spot, like I would about a nipple. Homing in, I pressed my tongue to the center of the hollow and traced down until I was teasing the cleavage of her bum.Jennifer was now beside herself, thrusting her hips high, “Ooh, ooh, boyfriend, George I…” She came again then promptly her hips collapsed.Pausing my fingers, I lavished kisses all over her gorgeous behind. Kissing the upper backs of her thighs, and darting back to the undersides of her lower cheeks, Jennifer moaned and squirmed anew. I continued lower, intent on knowing all, kissing all. Trailing kisses down her legs, the backs of her knees, her legs started to twitch. Bending her leg up, I kissed and tongued her feet and toes, my fingers in her pussy all but forgotten. I’d never thought to do that before.On a whim I decided to suck each pretty toe. This is fun, I delightfully concluded and bent her other leg up to do the same. Jennifer twisted over, seeking a kiss, panting, “No-one’s ever, ever licked my feet, sucked my toes before.” Exhaling, “Oh boyfriend,” and she hugged the breath from me.With a voice of need she pleaded, “George please, can we now?” My desire of wanting to taste her wonderful pussy again, to drink in more of her sweetness, was put aside. I moved over my waiting lover. Still a tad hesitant of what I was about to do, to commit, I moved the length of my too hard shaft along her opening. Jennifer began to whimper uncontrollably, raising her hips to try and capture me.Shifting lower my mind raced, my face felt hot. I was about to have full sex with a woman other than my wife. Jennifer grabbed hold of my cock and strained up to kiss me intensely. “Put it in! Fuck me! Please!” she begged placing the head of my cock squarely between her opened petals. “Yes! Pleease, I wanta feel you, do it, do it,” she urged. Releasing me she gripped my butt with both hands, pulling me in, and throwing her pelvis up hard.Total body rush instantly, I froze, Jennifer howled. Completely inside this impossibly delightful woman, I was transfixed. I didn’t try to move, didn’t want more, cumming wasn’t my goal, for that would end it all. Amazing sensations of her heat, swimming moist desire, snugness, gripping. Still she pressed me hard into her, almost crying, “Nnn, so good, stay, stay’n me. Ooh, you, soo good.”Jennifer’s vagina pulsed then gripped firm and in a high voice she yelped. Clamping harder, tighter, she gushed. Gushed? Holy geez, she came like that? I hadn’t done anything. I was just inside her pussy. Deeply, wonderfully, inside Jennifer’s pussy. My straining cock, bathed in the hot wetness of her excruciatingly wonderful pussy.”Oh God. I’m…cummming. … I’m cumming, cumming. Oh God. … Oh God…oh…my…God.” Partially collapsing I kissed Jennifer so hard. She was quivering, I was pulsing. We hugged and kissed, tongues seeking. Oh geez, she was crying. Lifting my head I saw the tears. Attempting to stop, she feebly smiled and tried to giggle. I kissed away her tears, even they seemed sweet.Her joy, me outlandishly still hard, I began to move. Slowly, I partially withdrew, then gently, lovingly, returned to deep in her amazing inner sanctum. Jennifer brought her legs up, resting her feet lightly on my back. My groin working against hers, my cock buried so very deep. I felt tiny electric like sensations, beginning at the tip of my now hypersensitive cock, rushing up my spinal cord and filling my brain, like a burst of fireworks in a night sky. What was happening? What magic did this beautiful nymph goddess possess? Slowly we made love, me keeping a steady, deliberate pace, Jennifer never pressuring. She experienced milder but more than one orgasm. I came again but with less thunder. Still connected, I rolled us over, Jennifer now on top. We kissed and cooed and I drifted off.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Stirring, it required a brief moment but then everything flooded back. Jennifer, hair splayed, light weight, sleeping upon me, so sweet. Gently I shifted us and extricated myself. She lightly groaned, moving into a semi prone position. Moving the hair away from her face, I gently kissed her cheek. Rising from the bed, I reached for the sheet and light blanket to cover her with. Pausing to gaze at her loveliness, evidence of our double lovemaking caught my eye. All the sensations, some unique as they were, returned. I went to the bathroom and came back with a towel, wet with warm water at one end. Gently I cleaned away what was visible, then drew up the covers and left, closing the door behind me.Finding my glass at the table, I dumped the contents and made myself a fresh drink. I had the munchies and found the tins of mixed nuts. Recalling Cindy’s laugh telling me about Wally and Phil, I left them in the cupboard. I didn’t care to munch on a walnut or filbert thank you very much. In fact, I thought I may never eat nuts again.I sat at the table, sipped my drink and thought about the enigma called Jen. Damn I wished I smoked. Who, what was Jennifer? She was beautiful sure, beguiling, cute, funny, charming, but. … Why, how did she affect me so? I didn’t even know her really, we’d just met. It wasn’t like I was falling for her. Was I falling for her? Had I already? Was it love? She was alluring, sexy, darling. No, I’d seen, met lots of beautiful, sweet girls before.Ah hell, it was just a male thing, temporary insanity. So what if I’d met a uniquely delightful, multi emotional, enticing, at times c***dlike woman, in a remote, relaxing place. Pfft, no different than any other girl or situation. Sure, that was it, and we all had gotten nude super quick, just after getting introduced too. If just she didn’t look so good, didn’t look at me in that way, didn’t have those eyes, didn’t make me feel so… Oh dear!I thought about my wife. She was in bed with James. Had been even before Jennifer and I were done showering. And cumming no less, as we’d walked by. Had they already fucked? How many times by now? Had they fucked at all? Hell, I hadn’t been all that sure I was going to do that with Jennifer. I want you, she’d sung to James. Fuck! Taking my drink I went outside. Finding myself halfway down to the dock, I turned around and came back. Mosquitoes were out and they were aplenty. I sat at the table again. That didn’t seem comfortable any longer so I went and sat in an armchair. It was, I recalled, the one Jennifer sat in. Fuck, I’m losing it. Looking at the couch then the other chair, I thought no and decided on another shower.Leaving the bathroom, Cindy and James were at the table. Looking a little sheepish, they said hi then continued their quiet conversation. Said hi? That seemed a bit inappropriate. Rather uncomfortable by this whole state of affairs, I opted to see if Jennifer was awake. Kneeling on the floor, I leaned over the bed and kissed her hair.She stirred, “Mmm,” slowly opening eyes, “Boyfriend.” Reaching out she drew us into a long, tender kiss. “Say it again.”I looked at her confused, my mind raced, “My girlfriend,” I replied, understanding. Her kissing became exceedingly intense, loving. She couldn’t have those feelings for me, this was insane. Pulling myself away, I commented, “Come on or you won’t be able to sleep later,” and I left her to get up.I joined Cindy and James at the table, not sure if any of it was to break up their whatever. Jennifer went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I wasn’t going to go there. Not able to think of anything else, I asked, “So are we gonna play cards or what?”Cindy gave me an odd look, but replied, “Sure, gin?” and reached for the cards.”How ’bout a game of shit?” James countered.”Huh?” we both said in reaction.He laughed, “Shit, or mierda, as dad calls it.” He went on to explain, “It’s kinda like gin. You use two decks and each get dealt twelve cards, the rest are the pickup pile. There’s eight rounds… it’s written out.” He went to a closet at the rear and brought back another deck of cards and a piece of paper. We read it as he explained.Round 1 2 sets of 3 of a kind 6 cards Round 2 2 runs of 3 same suit 6 cardsRound 3 2 sets of 4 8 cards Round 4 2 runs of 4 8 cardsRound 5 3 sets of 3 9 cards Round 6 3 runs of 3 9 cardsRound 7 2 sets of 5 10 cards Round 8 2 runs of 6 12 cards Jennifer joined us and urged me to move my chair back. “Wanna sit with my boyfriend.” I think I was more embarrassed than any time before. However, I did as she asked and she made herself comfortable on my lap. Her arm possessively around my neck, I got a big, loud, smack of a kiss on my lips.My wife was smirking and shaking her head. James, simply smiling, went on explaining the game. “As each player gets the round they’re on, they lay down their cards and the hand’s over. Next hand starts, each still trying to get their round, but the player who won needs round two now. When someone gets round eight the game’s over.” Cindy and I nodded slightly. “Before too far in the game, somebody gets frustrated, ‘cus others are going out and they need a round that’s way harder than the others. So when someone else goes out again they say,””Shit!” James and Jennifer called out together and laughed. It was contagious and Cindy and I joined in.We agreed to give shit a try and I tapped Jennifer’s bum. “You gotta move, don’t want you looking at my cards,” I teased. She didn’t budge. “Ahem,” I hinted.”Ask nice,” was her pouty response.Cindy giggling, I figured it best to amuse Jennifer, so I said, “Please move.” She didn’t budge.”James, whatta ya call that game again?” I asked, trying not to chuckle. He and Cindy laughed, even Jennifer giggled.What was I missing? Then it dawned on me, “Please, girlfriend.”Jennifer pecked a kiss and popped off me.The other two were laughing their asses off. It just came out, I couldn’t help it, “Brat!”James got the two decks shuffled together and began to deal. “Shit,” Cindy said in amusement. “What was that other name your… Tom calls it?” she asked him.”Mierda, same thing in Spanish.””So you know Spanish?”Shrugging, James replied, “A few words and phrases.””You Jen?” Cindy continued to query.”Un poco.” “A slow?” I stupidly asked. I should have known better. Everyone laughed at me.”A little!” Jennifer retorted in mock annoyance, then added, “Mi novio.”I wasn’t going to ask, I figured I’d learned my lesson. I drew a card, trying to concentrate on this new game.”Say mi novia,” Jennifer went on, sounding like she was taunting me.”Uh-uh,” I shook my head and discarded a card without thinking. She did one of those annoyed female things, pouting and setting her brow. Cindy and James thought the whole thing quite funny. I was obviously not going to be able to play well. “What?” I asked, getting a little exasperated.James enlightened me, “Mi novio means my boyfriend, novia, girlfriend.””Thank you.” I practiced silently, then looking at my wife, “Cindy you are my wife, I love you and I’m happy.” Cindy smiled and nodded. I think we both looked at Jen at the same time. “Jennifer you are wonderful, crazy, but wonderful. … For the time we’re here, you are…mi novia.” I looked back to my wife and she nodded again then looked away.Jennifer smiled a tiny bit, then got up to make herself a drink. I noticed she had a watery eye. An interesting thing occurred during the game. Twice when my drink got a bit low, Jen jumped up and refreshed it. She didn’t offer for anyone else though. I thought okay, I’ll return the favor. So when she looked like she was about to rise to get one for herself, I offered. She just shook her head and did it herself. Curious.Somehow we managed to wade our way through shit and actually had a fair ole time. I was tired, mentally exhausted from trying to comprehend the day. Looking at the others they seemed to be tired too, well, all but Jen maybe. I’d been to the bathroom recently so I bid my goodnights and hit the sack.I heard voices and toilet flushes. The lights went off and surprise surprise, Jennifer climbed under the covers next to me and snuggled. Wondering why my wife wasn’t with me was kissed away by tender sensuous lips.”Mi novia,” slipped out in a soft whisper.”Mi novio,” Jennifer breathed in return. Tiredness forgotten, we made passionate, dreamy love.In the afterglow, we kissed tiny kisses and lightly caressed. To my amazement Jennifer slid down and carefully kissed and licked all of my shaft. She claimed the traces of our union for herself, all the while cupping and caressing my balls. Now placing me in her mouth she lightly sucked and I reached to softly stroke her hair. With a myriad of emotions running through me, I thought, so wrong, so right.Her light sucking ended. Then, stunned by the unexpected and novel sensation, plus the sheer audacity, I felt Jennifer’s mouth gently take in one of my balls and tenderly suck on it. Moving to the other, she generously did the same. Moving to rest her head on my hip, her hand cupping my sack once again, and sensing her warm breath on my cock, this is how I fell asleep. Aah, wonderful, sweet, mi novia.Chapter 8: Dreams Revisited Waking sometime in the early hours I began kissing my still slumbering lover. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to wake her. It seemed special to simply touch my lips as I pleased, without purpose, other than warm appreciation of this marvelous, complex, yet simplistic woman. Affection and love, certainly at times quite playful, seemed to be at her core. Was I feeling love? I couldn’t be, I loved my wife. Passion, caring, that’s what I felt, nothing more. I smiled, remembering the silent, brief rutting we’d had sometime in the middle of the night. I moved my wee kisses to savor a beautiful breast, then lower to cover her tummy. Pausing to consider a moment, I thought no, and got out of bed. Returning with a towel damp and warm at one end, I wondered why I’d never thought of doing this for my wife. Gently I cleansed the traces of our lovemaking from my girlfriend, mi novia. Unable to resist now, I tenderly kissed Jennifer’s delightful pussy. Pulling away to find the covers to keep her warm, I halted and looked again where I’d just touched my lips. For reasons I did not even begin to comprehend, I was drawn to press my mouth to her entrance. Still unaware of what was motivating me to do so, I tentatively licked.Soon I found myself probing, her heat but also an odd taste assaulted my tongue. It wasn’t bitter or sweet. It was neither repugnant nor… I kaçak bahis didn’t know, didn’t care. I was simply enjoying the mystical pussy of mi novia. Gently I parted her legs more and she stirred, rolling onto her back. She also began lubricating, giving my tongue a mix of her sweetness along with more of the strange new taste. Hearing a soft moan, I probed with gusto and slid a finger inside her awakening pussy, to moisten before tickling her clit.Jennifer’s moans became stronger; her knees parted wide and rose up. Shifting her torso she found my newly rampant cock and engulfed it, voraciously, hungrily. We feasted upon each other, intense passion consuming us once again. With her mouth trying desperately to swallow my cock, she gave a muffled moan. Her hips bucked and she came, gushing as she had before. This time into my mouth. Reflexively I gulped and rapidly swallowed. It was that or choke badly.Pausing to consider what had just happened, I became more aware of Jennifer’s ardent sucking of my shaft and head. Manically I dove down, returning my mouth and tongue to her wondrous pussy, to continue the enjoyment of my apparently blossoming oral addiction. Feeling my climax about to erupt, I just let it happen and it was surprisingly forceful. Jennifer didn’t pull back, made no sounds, other than hard swallowing, again and again.I increased my slurping and tonguing, my finger intermittent on her little nub. A minute after my orgasm had passed, Jennifer cried out in fulfillment, cumming more intensely than before. Last slow, loving licks and kisses to cock and pussy, I turned right-way-up to embrace my girlfriend.”Morning mi novia.”Kissing me, Jennifer replied softly, “Buenos días, mi novio. An interesting way to wake up,” she added smiling.Pretending remorse I professed, “Uh, sorry, it just, sorta happened.” I think I ended with a small grin and got kissed lovingly again.Jennifer lay her head on my chest and lightly caressed my balls before responding, “I’d love to be wakened like that every day.”Loving the attention she seemed to like giving my scrotum, I gave thought to what she had just spoken and replied wistfully, “Yeah, me too, wonderful. Sadly though, even the nicest hopes and dreams seem to fade after a while.””I would never let that happen,” Jennifer immediately replied in earnest, then went on, “To love someone, you don’t let that happen, it’s just part of caring.””Consideration?” I asked.She sat up and looked at me, stating for all the world like a wise, experienced spouse, “Consideration, to me, implies occasional. True lasting love, for me, means placing my guy first. If he’s happy, I would be happy.””Jennifer sweetie,” I began as I also sat up. “That sounds like a romance novel. You can’t be dependent on someone else for your happiness, not totally. They may let you down, then where would you be?”Silent for a good while, she looked into my eyes and softly replied, “I’ll accept that.” She arose from the bed then, pausing at the door, “You didn’t say it wasn’t possible. You only said not totally. I could settle for that.”Her words filled my head, all my neurons firing at once. I realized with more certainty that I couldn’t let this person go out of my life. There was so much about her I found perplexing, confounding, but I knew she also had so much from which I could learn. So much I desired, even if I didn’t understand what that was. Despite not comprehending the full meaning of her words, I believe they settled somewhere in my soul.Suddenly awestruck, it became infinitely clear, the cloud of not perceiving lifted. All the signals had been bombarding me, yet until this moment, I didn’t get it. I was in love. All encompassing, indubitably in love. Despite loving my wife, and trying to fight my feelings, I had fallen in love with Jennifer. Multifaceted, dangerous to my marriage, Jennifer. Fighting back the strong desire to run to her, I walked to the kitchen where she was starting coffee and she turned around. Kissing and hugging mi novia, I began to cry. I have no idea how long we stood there, holding each other, her wiping my tears then crying lightly with me. I didn’t understand why she would be crying. I only knew why I was. Silly hopes and dreams that had never come to pass, and now, there in this impossibly wonderful person, there was hope. Hope yet wrenching heartache, for I was married to another.Jennifer led me to the shower. I protested, not in any state to repeat last night’s version. With assurances we would only shower, I joined her. I did try though for some privacy so I could pee first however. Shaking her head she literally pushed me under the water and took hold of me. “You can’t tell me you’ve never peed in the shower before.” then aimed my cock toward the drain.”Um, not with anyone else in with me.”Feeling super self conscious, I couldn’t go. Jennifer roughly milked me a couple of times, saying, “I watched my dad do this.”It still took a while but I began a relieving flow. Astonishingly I saw a second flow of pee between my feet. Soaping each other she explained more of her thinking, “With someone I care about nothing should be gross. Well, unless maybe it’s stinky,” she added, smiling. As we dried each other, my mind went off on another tangent. Who was this person, that she could have me thinking that peeing with her holding me, was not just okay but even a little neat? And that statement of hers about caring, well that was something I didn’t even want to try and comprehend the extent of, not then anyway.Back in the kitchen, I wanted to cuddle. “Here, take some coffee and shoo,” I was admonished. “I have things to do,” my new-found love added while tying a dish towel about her waist like an apron.Without having to try very hard, I gave her a forlorn look, but alas to no avail. Deciding to try Fred’s dock fishing, I left with my mug of coffee, but it was too cool this morning. So I retreated to dress in jeans, shirt and shoes before trying again. I got out a chair and rod, plus a tackle box. Hook baited with a florescent plastic worm, I cast out and sat with my coffee to wait. A pleasant kiss roused me. “Catching any?”Cindy inquired with amusement.”Oh hi,” I replied foggily and realized the early sun was finally breaking from the clouds. “You know, I believe Fred just comes here to relax and think. There’s no fish near the dock.””Possible,” Cindy responded, then giggled, “Maybe he comes here to play with his rod.” We broke into laughter. “How you doing?” she asked, changing tack.I opened my mouth a couple of times but nothing came out. Trying again, I replied, “Troubled, Jennifer teases, but she really means what she says… How are you?””It’s been different, quite pleasant actually. … George, I’m sorry, I never thought I’d ever say, or do, something like that, ever.”I reflected then simply agreed. “It has been different. Guess we need to get back to reality.” “You do know Jen’s got it real bad for you?”That stung. I didn’t want to discuss that issue any deeper, or how I felt either. I tried to dismiss it by offering, “Oh come on, maybe she’s just gotten carried away with her teasing, playing.””Yeah? You think you know women? Better have an appetite, she’s up there cooking your breakfast.””Huh, really?””Uh huh, and it’s almost ready. Wouldn’t let me do anything. Said she wanted to show you she could cook.””Oh fuck.””Fish grilled with onions, garlic and red pepper. Then she stewed and thickened it. Put them in small casserole dishes with eggs on top. They’ll be done baking soon.””Holy, guess I’d best like it.”Cindy laughingly replied, “By George, I think you’ve got it.””Argh.” Then I swatted at her butt and she moved out of the way, laughing. Finally noticing, I questioned, “Topless with shorts on?””Period came on early. Hurry up, I just came down here to get you.”I put away the things I had out and went to where my wife was waiting. “We need to leave today, what do you think? Just say goodbye, not see them again?”Cindy stopped to look at me. “Don’t pull that on me. It’s your question, you answer it,” she challenged.”Um, it involves both of us.””The way you worded it you were looking for one answer. Don’t try and lay it on me.” “Argh! I don’t understand women.”Cindy resumed walking and responded, “No George you don’t. Worse, you don’t understand you.”The cottage had the aroma of some serious cooking, fresh coffee, fish, garlic and other more subtle scents I couldn’t distinguish. I got a kiss from Jennifer followed by the directive, “Sit, eat.”Before me, us, were individual bowls of baked eggs with fish in a sauce under them. They looked done to perfection. A large central plate of buttered, sliced toast, she’d even taken jam from the jar and put it in a small dish. There was also a small dish of chili sauce, made by her mother and her, Jen pointed out. Salt, pepper, ketchup and, surprisingly, Tabasco were also there. It was delicious and I kept complimenting. Jennifer kept topping up my coffee, then sitting beside me again to eat, but also to observe. She’d give a pleased smile when I’d comment well or nod. I even tried using the Tabasco and accepted her prompt to use some toast to sweep the last of the flavor from my bowl.As much as I enjoyed my meal I felt unsettled. Cindy had watched me curiously throughout the whole time. What was I supposed to do, not like it? Maybe I’d like it too much? Had I given myself away? Damn.I started to pick up my dishes and utensils but got a quick scolding from Jennifer, “Go, sit over there,” indicating the arm chairs. “Enjoy your coffee,” and she began clearing the table. I felt so on the spot, between this woman and my wife. I think I did the right thing, I allowed Jennifer to finish her home maker impression.Sipping my coffee I thought, dang, if I smoked I’d have a cigar and read the paper. If I had a cigar, and if I had a paper. Cindy informed James, “We have to leave today.”He looked very disappointed. Jennifer’s head dropped nearly into the sink when she heard, and I felt like a total ass for not thinking to let her know personally. Then again perhaps this was easier.”Guess we’ll be heading back too,” James sadly remarked. “Sure you have to go?””Yeah, George has to work tomorrow.”Cindy went to James. “Come on, the boat needs to be in the boathouse doesn’t it?” Glumly he nodded. “We left some clothes there too,” and so off they went.Feeling my neck, I went to hug Jennifer, however she pulled away angrily, saying, “You don’t want me. You don’t care.” She’d been crying, tears streamed down her face.Managing to grasp her, I hugged her tight. “Not true, not even close. I didn’t know how to tell you is all.”Jennifer continued to sob loudly. I led her to the couch and sat us down.”You used me. You knew I wanted you.””How can you say that? Jennifer look at me,” I said firmly and turned her chin. “I wanted you, we wanted each other. Please don’t think I took advantage.Blubbering, she asked, “Will I ever see you again?””I hope so, I really do. Jennifer, I care for you very much. More than I have a right to. You need to remember, I’m married to Cindy. This has all been crazy wonderful, but this happened so suddenly. We’re not used to this kinda thing.”She hugged me hard and I kissed the top of her head. “Will you try? I want to be with you.””Cindy and I need time sweetie. We have to see how we feel, how it all settles. I’m sure we’ll see each other. It would be foolish to make any promises, but I’m really going to try.”Sniffling, Jennifer looked up at me. “Okay.” She kissed me and we held that kiss a long, long time. Breaking apart she stood, and going back to the dishes, added, “I’ll wait.”Fuck, I was in so much trouble.Cindy and James returned and the four of us accomplished the rest of what we needed to do for closing the cottage. The naturist time at an end, the others dressed while I changed out of my jeans and into some shorts. Our personal things loaded in the trunk, the back seat of the car held two garbage bags to be dropped at their home. One for just that, which wasn’t to be left out for a****ls to get at. The second for laundry that their family would see to. Two grocery bags held perishables that we’d divvied up.We opted to have Cindy and James take the loaded car, with Jennifer and myself bringing the bikes. I’d ridden a small bike when I was in college so this was going to be a kick for me. One last look around and we locked up. Cindy drove off with James, my beautiful conundrum and I went down to the lake one last time. James had chopped up the few leftover fish saying we should give back what we don’t use. At the dock we tossed food to the ones still waiting to be caught. Holding hands, we gazed out at the water a long while.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Riding a motor bike again was fun. Too short a ride, but fun. Walking to the entrance of the family’s home part of the building, I got butterflies. I was about to meet, “The Parents”. This was completely silly. I wasn’t about to propose or run off with Jennifer. Heck I’d already met Tom, and naked no less. Was it the prospect of meeting Mary? Me a married man arriving with, “The Precious Daughter”. I felt guilt now, guilt at having been intimate with her. Would it be written all over my face? The fact that Cindy had already arrived with James, perhaps also seen as a couple, didn’t lessen my trepidations. I stopped, tempted with the urge to run.Jennifer took my hand and I nervously tried to free it. Gripping me harder and with a big smile she declared, “Come on boyfriend, I want you to meet my mom.”Being pulled forward, I felt impending doom as I went to face the almost certain interrogation.Entering their home, a surprisingly good sized two story affair, Jennifer called out but received no reply. We continued through the main floor and then via another door into the store. All four were there. Mary was about James’ height, with long, medium brunette hair. She was quite attractive and had a pleasant trim figure. Seeing Tom and Mary together, it was easier to understand how their c***dren turned out as they had. They were a light humored, happy couple, as well as good looking. Happy? Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as my mind had led me to think.Jennifer continued to hold my hand like we were duct taped together. Glancing at her mother I noticed her regarding us with an amused assessment. While James didn’t seem to portray the same possessiveness with my wife, it was clear from the both of them that they had something special for each other.A voice from a speaker requested gas for a boat and Tom said to his son, “Don’t know that one, better go down.” James took off by himself and Tom explained, “If they aren’t known cottagers they pay first.”Cindy went off to explore the few racks and shelves of clothing that were kept in stock. Shortly after three young guys came through the front door and headed straight for the pop cooler.At the counter one cracked to Jennifer, “So you gonna go out with me soon?””You haven’t met George, my boyfriend,” she stated dismissively and held up our clasped hands.With that Jennifer led me out of the store and back to the kitchen area of their home, with her mother close behind. Entering the kitchen Jennifer inquired, “Is the coffee fresh mom?””Not really,” Mary replied. “Never concerned you before,” she added, turning to me with a surprised smile.Jennifer dumped out the old coffee and began making a new pot. Her mother indicated for me to have a seat and she joined me at the table. Grinning she teased, “George, my my, she’s never referred to anyone as her boyfriend before. You much be very special.”I tried to respond, “It’s Jennifer who’s the special one, but I think this is all pretty hopeless.””I told you I’d wait,” Jennifer countered as she came over and squeezed onto my lap. I believe I may have turned a brand new shade of red. “When we’re together we can be boyfriend and girlfriend. Just complicated is all.”Despite having this discussion in front of her mother, I felt I needed to press on. “Sweetie, until I met you yesterday I was happily married. I’d like to think I still am, or can be.”We debated back and forth with Jennifer seemingly undeterred.A buzzer sounded and Mary went back to the store. Returning she remarked, “It’s okay, James came back and he’s going to help.” For my benefit she explained, “When it gets busy or we need to watch someone we try and have another in there. However in this case, Tom wanted to take your wife to the store room to show her some other clothes we have.””Oh neat,” Jennifer exclaimed, smirking. Her mother’s and my mind slowly twigged as to possibly why she’d come out with that.”They could be just looking at clothes,” Mary replied defensively, then thought before adding, “I suppose I don’t mind.” Looking to me she went on, “Dad said you know about our family, and Tom was over to the cottage… Oh I don’t know.” I wanted to crawl into a hole but that wouldn’t help. I thought about storming in and yelling at my wife but I didn’t actually know there was any intent in what they were doing. Besides, I hadn’t thought bad about Cindy with James, especially when I wanted his sister. Jennifer shocked the beejesus out of both of us saying, “Mom, I want to show my boyfriend my room. Why don’t you come with us?”Mary and I instantly turned red and automatically glanced at each other before purposefully turning away. Breaking the deafening silence, “You two go on,” her mom replied at last. Then to my further shock she added, “Maybe another time.” Jennifer tried to get me to stand. Feeling self conscious as hell I rejected her. “I don’t think my psyche can handle any more right now, maybe your mother either.” Things settled down over coffee. Mary said she’d make some sandwiches for lunch but Jennifer insisted on doing it and went to do so. Smiling at me again her mother commented, “I’ve never seen her like this. You’re going to come back?” With a slight diverting of her eyes, she added, “Both of you?””Right now that’s a million dollar question. Wish I could answer it,” I replied. “A day or a week from now, I may be in the doghouse with Cindy. Maybe on the drive home, I don’t know.”Jennifer tried reassuring me by saying, “James and Cindy spent the night together, so why should you be in trouble?I hesitated and chewed my lip. “Okay, I may as well get this out. If you can’t see it, Cindy must surely. It’s feelings Jennifer. I have some deep feelings for you.”Rushing over to me she responded, “I’m in with love you.” A long, deep kiss then Jennifer added, “I think you know that already.” I merely nodded and kissed her back.I continued, “I don’t think Cindy has quite those feelings with your brother.” Stalling I added, “She really likes him, it’s obvious, but… I’m afraid to say, and I do mean afraid, that despite the short time… Jennifer, I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”Throwing herself onto my lap again she hugged and kissed me fiercely. Mary interrupted our passion, remarking, “I don’t envy you two.” She then went to get the sandwiches her daughter had forgotten on the counter. We quietly ate and I thought about Jennifer’s mother’s words. She hadn’t, out of hand, dismissed our feelings. Nor had she encouraged anything, curious. I let it settle in my mind that perhaps she had just left out a fact, love is what love is. Geez, I seemed to be throwing the love word around rather loosely. Maybe it was merely misunderstood desire, a crush. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.My wife and Tom came in. Looking mildly embarrassed, she put a store bag beside a chair and sat down to eat. She was wearing a new short, purple tank top. Tom’s demeanor I wasn’t sure about. He took a sandwich and coffee back into the store then James came in for his lunch.Jennifer busied herself writing something, then handed it to me along with the pen and pad. “We almost forgot,” she stated.It was her name, address, phone number and email address. As I began writing out ours, her last name that she’d written didn’t seem right to me. “Your last name is Wilkins?” I queried.”Uh-huh,” she responded.Mary cut in and explained, “In Cuba the woman always keeps her family name. Her husband’s last name can be added but comes before her own last name.””I’m confused.”Smiling, she went on, “Tom’s name is, Tomas Garcia. I’m now, Mary Garcia Wilkins.” I nodded, finally understanding. “Tom thought it best so I went along with it. Different huh? So the k**s both have the last name, Wilkins,” she added.Glancing to my wife, who had remained oddly quiet, I joked, “And here we thought one Wilkins was maybe enough when we met Fred.” Cindy stuck her tongue out at me.James peeked a look at what I’d written out, then smiling, said, “James Wilkins would like Cindy Richardson to go for a walk with him.”Cindy flustered a bit but replied, “Why Mr. Wilkins, I’d be delighted.” They stood from the table and left. When they were gone Jennifer blurted, “Did you see the look on dad’s face when he came in mom?”Mary’s reply was slow. “Yes, yes I did.”They were both looking at me so I admitted, “Cindy had a look too.””And now Cindy’s with James again,” Jennifer remarked.Turning with a stern face, I looked at her squarely. “Don’t ever try to put my wife down.””I’m sorry, really I am,” Jennifer offered. “I just meant, there’s no reason we can’t, you know…” Looking at Jennifer’s sincere face I immediately softened. “I’m sorry too, guess I’m edgy today.”I glanced at Mary and saw her looking back. We held each others gaze and slowly our expressions turned to slightly amused, then mildly embarrassed smiles. Signals seemed to be exchanged. Jennifer apparently had been watching and whispered in my ear. I went to her mother and held out my hands.”May I hug you?”Taking my hands, she stood and we embraced for several seconds. Moving apart we looked curiously at each other. “Oh kiss already,” Jennifer teasingly prompted.There seemed little excuse not to at that point, and so we did. A long, pleasant kiss, then I felt Jennifer hugging us both. “Can we please go upstairs now?” she quietly asked.Mary pulled away, took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “I’ll go tell Tom not to expect help for awhile,” then she went off to do so.I heard the door to the store close and she returned. The three of us silently went up to Jennifer’s room, Jennifer behind her mom and I.”You two have way too many clothes on,” we heard behind us. We turned and saw Jennifer was already naked. She added, “Going to the washroom first,” and left.Mary and I embraced and kissed, then began removing each others clothing. We didn’t say anything, there was no need. She had a quite pleasant, trim body and once we were nude I embraced her fully. “Mmm, very nice,” I complimented in her ear.Another kiss and we laid down on her daughter’s bed. I spotted Jennifer standing in the doorway watching us and I raised an arm, beckoning her. Shifting over to make room we became three, me in the middle, my right arm about Jennifer, my left around her mother.Wondering how to begin was taken away as Jennifer turned slightly and we began kissing. Mary started kissing my ear and neck. A hand from each side moved down my body and caressed my cock and balls. Suddenly I was kissing Mary and Jennifer lightly kissed my chest. Back and forth the kisses went, tongues mingled now. I pulled Jennifer up higher and suckled her breasts. Nudging her mother, she shifted up and I did the same with her somewhat larger ones. Her areolas and nipples were also larger, and a very light brown.Jennifer slid down to my groin. “No, let me,” her mom called out.”He’s mine ya know.”Mary moved down and gently nudged her away. “I know, just let me get him ready for you.”Jennifer returned to kiss me as her mother wondrously sucked my cock into her mouth. Tenderly and wetly she mouthed and sucked, her tongue teasing. Glancing down she looked a pretty sight.Jennifer moved to mount me but her mom protested, “Not yet.”She tugged my legs and prompted me to move to the end of the bed, my bum at the edge, feet on the floor. With Mary holding my shaft straight up, her daughter now positioned over me and lowered herself onto my now well prepared, very rigid cock. She started to work her pussy on my shaft, lubricating and going deeper with each down thrust. Her mother moved to the floor, and with her other hand caressed the base of my cock and balls. Jennifer and I glued our mouths together as our pelvises touched.Breaking for air I whispered, “I want to taste your mom.”With a big grin Jennifer called out, “Oh mom? Come up here.” Mary moved up and looked at us with questioning eyes. Trying for a straight face her daughter remarked, “My boyfriend is hungry.”Jennifer and I broke into big grins and Mary got the message. Smiling, she deeply tongue kissed me then positioned herself. Lowering her pussy to my mouth, I kissed and licked in initial greeting. I murmured my delight in her heady scent and taste. Softer and milder in her nature, she subtly moved her pussy about in response to my eager exploration. Like her daughter, her lips were bare, though she had a short trim of hair above.Jennifer rocked and pumped slowly on my cock as I probed her mom deeper. “Wonderful,” I complimented. The last twenty-four hours had knocked the fire out of any urge to go more forcefully. Mary gave a sound of pleasure and ground herself against my mouth, her juices increasing rapidly. Behind her mother, Jennifer sighed her own pleasure and reached to stimulate her mom’s breasts.Jennifer lustfully teased, “So, you like my mom?” “Delicious,” came my muffled reply, then I stopped for a moment. “Mary, the rest of you is pretty nice too. I do like you,” and I resumed feasting on her pussy.I flicked my tongue on her mother’s clit then sucked it firmly. Mary let out a long moan and her daughter chuckled. Jennifer’s finger found her mom’s clit so I adjusted to lick, probe and suck the open lips of this tasty, flowing pussy. Mary moaned harder and louder, then tensed and came.A few moments later she moved off me and prompted her daughter to turn around. Pivoting on my cock, Jennifer turned to face away from me and placed her legs over mine. Her mom returned to the floor and she resumed the caressing of my sack. I felt her tongue on the base of my cock and I moaned loudly. She began licking all about, including my balls. She sucked each one gently into her mouth. Her tongue moved up and left me, then returned, licking down. She repeated this in a rhythm now, up, disappearing, then down.”My god,” I groaned out. She was licking her daughter’s pussy too. This was almost too much for my senses and I had to fight off cumming. Jennifer was writhing on my cock and her mother’s tongue. Wanting her to cum first, I clutched onto Jennifer’s tits and squeezed. She began to buck and cry out. Wailing, she came, her vagina gripping my cock hard.Her mother concentrated her tongue and mouth on my cock now. Her hand worked my balls more firmly. Yelling out, blast after blast of cum shot into Jennifer’s still clinging pussy. Mary pushed and dislodged her daughter. Instantly my cock was in her mouth and she sucked hard trying for the last spurts of my seed. When there was no more she sucked and licked everywhere, hungrily taking in all she could find, bathing me in the process. Seemingly satisfied she moved to her daughter and began to hotly tongue and suck her pussy, cleaning and drinking from her as well. Jennifer whimpered and held her mother’s head.After catching our breath we all moved back up onto the bed and cuddled. “Mmm, Mary I don’t know whether I should ask you to adopt me or marry me.”She grinned and kissed me. “How old are you?””Twenty-two.”Still grinning she said, “You’re not the right age for either. How about part-time lover?””Deal.” And we kissed.Jennifer gave a little whine and switching to kiss her I reassured, “But you come before your mom.””So that means you’ll come back?” she asked.”Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”Jennifer quickly inquired, “What about Cindy?””Ah, you beat me to it. I was going to add, wild horses never, my wife maybe.”Mary teased, “There aren’t any wild horses anywhere near, so we’ll have to make sure Cindy wants to come back too.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Goodbyes, hugs and kisses, then remembering at the last moment, pictures were taken. Final kissing pecks and we began our drive home. I had Cindy drive, I was too tired and I slumped against the door. There were only snippets of conversation; I think I dozed a lot of the way. “They seem like a nice family,” remarked my wife.”Mm-hm, different though.”Some miles on I heard, “Guess we both had some firsts, eh George.”My mind buzzed but I didn’t respond.Much later in the trip I felt better and sat up and stretched. “Aah, be good to get home and be kinda normal again.”Cindy said nothing for a while then inquired, “What’s normal?””Um, well… Hmm, a fair question I guess.”A few minutes later my wife added, “I may like frisky, James and Jen were.””Yeah, sure were.”Coming down our street, Cindy glanced at Paul’s place as we passed by. “There’s always Paul, maybe I can relearn shy from him.”I considered a response and waited until we stopped in our driveway. “Don’t be too sure about shy. You’ve stirred him. That kiss and hug were just before we left. You know what they say about absence. “Oops, you really think so?” Cindy asked in response.”I don’t know, just a thought. Then again, he’s unlikely to be like Fred or his family. You being married, he probably won’t try anything.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~That night in bed while laying on my back, trying to let my mind relax so I could sleep, Cindy moved the covers off. Changing position to kneel between my legs, she swiftly put my flaccid cock in her mouth. Gently but steadily, my wife sucked me.Nearly erect, she removed her mouth and licked it all over. Returning my head and shaft to her warm, wet mouth, she began a steady bobbing up and down, this time sucking harder. My god, my wife was sucking my cock for real. She paused her suction to broaden her tongue as she moved her mouth up and down along my length. Then she began sucking again. Despite all my activity the last twenty-four hours I came. Came in my wife’s mouth. Holy shit. I didn’t even think to warn her, I just came. And she swallowed. Every last drop of my cum, she swallowed. “Cindy, that was so wonderful, thank you.”Moving back up to her pillow, she simply answered, “You’re welcome,” and turned away from me, assuming her sleep position. No kiss, no snuggling, no indication she wanted anything in return.I didn’t know what to make of it. Finally I came out with, “Guess I got a first huh?A long silence then, “No,” she corrected, speaking into her pillow.Involuntarily I groaned. “James?””His dad.””Ho-ly shit!”She added, “Then James.””What? Nothing, and now three in one day?””Well, you wanted me to change,” Cindy added, notably without sarcasm.I turned over to try for sleep. Several minutes later, in a sleepy voice, I heard, “Wonder if I can teach Paul to be less shy?”The End…

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