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Barbara and Marco

contact with Marco, he of the couple from Milan who had replied to me, a chance to know presupponevava once defined the specific modalities of the meeting that they wanted to organize. The wife, send me the pictures of him, was a striking beauty , recently had fantasies of submission and he, very skilled photographer, who loved to take it while masturbating or performing with other partners, wanted to please her in this new passion. He was a husband of a limitless imagination and exchanged dozens of emails for studying how to meet together, making it appear to you all as random. Finally, Mark asked me the script and the atmosphere of a meeting which would be the course director. I went to the appointment very excited and curious because everything worked on the assumption was in the hands of Barbara, I loved it. Marco was optimistic, my physical age and joined his instructions were drawn to his wife. I was early because I wanted to do an inspection on the spot where I found them, Piazza del Duomo in Bergamo Alta. We were in September and many passers-by and tourists still animated the area but was nearly midnight. I went back to the car park where they should necessarily leave the car and I saw them arrive on the blue Mercedes that I had seen in a photo sent to me, where she was leaning to the naked trunk. Punctual as Cinderella found her intent to shoot her husband on the stairs of the church, with equipment that could not pass unnoticed, two Nikon, countless objectives, illuminators and servoflash. She was more beautiful than in photos, a thick blond hair Cut to black clothing, I was just disappointed to see it with my pants, I expected that presented itself in a skirt and garter belt that would have facilitated his getting involved in exhibitionism, as in the directed by Marco. I passed them slowly, staring into his eyes, I noticed on my second pass and returned the exchange of glances. Many passersby stopped to look around because it seemed truly a professional photo shoot. On my third pass I saw them no more were missing and I immediately thought that the game had gone ahead, but I rang the phone for a message, Marco was: "We are behind the Cathedral." Moving un'pò fatigue in the labyrinth of alleys they found a small square in old and very pretty with a wash made of stone, a porch, the gardens, a setting well suited to take great pictures. Also the place was isolated and passed a few onlookers. I, for one. I climbed a narrow road that led into the square and slowed down to look, then leaned against a railing as if it were natural to watch the scene. He was taking the time and she changed poses with incredible ease, suddenly slipped off the black sweater and stood for a few pics topless. Beautiful breasts that could belong to a twenty year old girl. He covered only with a clear coat and continued to be filmed, looking at me and smiled, then came up and holding out his hand he asked me if I could join him for some shots. With not a little embarrassed, having always hated me back in the picture, I did drive that set up and adjust as she wanted. He sat behind me, hugging and putting his hands on my chest above the white sweater black, yeah, well I was dressed in black, waterproof trousers, golf and was not wearing panties, as I had asked Mark. Barbara slipped her hands under the fabric and I stroked, then down on his belly, creeping into his pants and reaching my sex that he could not hide the 'excitement, rubbing her bare breasts on my back. Mark was taking a Saving Silverman and motioned us to change position, I got behind her and caresses her breasts restituii and feces feel my excitement. When my hand came down over the waistband of his pants and stood in the slip found a sex completely shaved and soaked in a pleasant mood, stroked until he kissed me and said "no, please, so I'll be right" . I did get off the flash and the lens of Mark offered a glimpse of panties blacks. Dismantled the set decided to return to the Piazza del Duomo, in the columns, was the one and only a few passers-by were, made me lay with his back against a column and knelt in front of me, after a few clicks art, drew my sex and cover a bit 'at the sight of those who journeyed, he did disappear in the mouth, and pulled the hair with strength to stop her, on the contrary, even more excited for that little violence, jumped up and leaned against the marble with bare breasts and lifted her arms and hands to a large ring of iron. I understood immediately what he wanted and parade the belt of her coat, used it to tie her wrists to the ring, trembling and panting when I reached my hand with his sex he asked me to make her come. Instead, my fingers stopped a moment before calling for pleasure, squeezing a nipple to feel the pain and offering it to contract for the sweet pain that causes an orgasm denied and sent back. I repeated this little torture several times, until I heard her begging for me to loose and allow it to touch, only then lowered his pants and penetrated from behind standing still inside her, forcing her to orgasm just by contracting the muscles of his sex. Marco, who had approached photographing the face of Barbara taken up by a grimace of pleasure offered to move in safe places. I got into the car with them and within minutes we reached a lookout point between the ancient walls, completely isolated and deserted, because now it was past two. Marco reloaded the F4 but not used, stood watching Barbara, left with only shoes and stockings masturbating supported to a wall, the hands and froze still tied behind his back, pushing it with the belt to bend the backing within the marble balustrade and open your legs. The well penetrated, violently grabbing her breasts and causing her endless orgasms until he decided to tell me almost shouting: "after hours", so I came unprepared, hearing her complain about the pain and pleasure, while Mark was lying the ground beneath her, kissing sex, masturbating. Barbara was shaken by continuous orgasms that ringed seamlessly, sometimes whispered, "enough" but if she had alluded to stop asking us to continue.
Mark and I were now in a condition, normal if we were drunk or smoked, but we were not, that we could no longer come. Perhaps both were expecting something that Barbara had to be done to make us reach another peak of excitement and finally orgasm. Barbara asked us to stop immediately because he had to pee.
tried to move behind a bush, but when forced to stay there and do it in front of us, it seemed even more excited. While standing leaned against the wall, open your legs, bending slightly and let the liquid fall. As if we had agreed Marco and I stood before her, asked her to masturbate with one voice right away. He did so immediately, bathing hands, socks, taking still enjoying and wondering with a hoarse voice. "Come, now please, VENITEM him ..." It was a liberating orgasm, we emptied the sexes and the mind. Barbara rubbed on the body, our liquid that had reached everywhere .... while the morning light illuminated the valley below us.

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After four months of waiting and e mail exchanges with Paul, I was finally going to the appointment I had set. To find that place, plus a little drawing with the references that I had him, I was using the browser. I thought it was half the package, but the dozens of pictures of Ornella, who had sent me, and the prospect of a half day on a river away from the heat of Milan in July, had driven me to leave. Paul is convinced a cuckold, but imaginative and voyeur. You say, "all are voyeurs cuckold" is not correct, Paul is not one of those who are content to wait and see his wife in the arms of another, but a brain, a selective and one that basically go mad from the pleasure of knowing or to discover that his wife betrays him seriously. Ornella is the game, but not really being fully capable of betraying him, agrees to the rare meetings that Paul organized, always with a different director, different locations and, primarily, with participants are always different. Carefully selected to satisfy his fantasies, but also those of Ornella. My photos were in fact screened his wife, because we have to let hubby to arrange a meeting with the condition that she chose the third party to the representation of the betrayal. Ornella has 29 years, married for 7, no children, insurance agent, beautiful, very beautiful (in pictures) about 165, 50 kg. small and firm breasts, long hair with highlights, pubic hair very short but not shaved. Ornella in this occasion wished that the third was a mature man over 60, fit, and stern-looking, had a memory of a university professor who had courted and which had not had the courage to concede anything. After just one hour arrival near the river, on the one exit to the Serravalle after about ten kilometers. Map in hand try and find the references that had given me. A ruined tower, a grove of pine trees and a dirt path leading down to river. Parking, take the bag with towel costume parts, book, phone and walk down the lane. A hundred meters and are down: the place is beautiful, the desert, the river is actually a stream that creeps into gorge of sheer cliffs, small oxbow lakes deep clear water, bends, bends, with huge boulders and small sandy beaches. I remain enchanted by the place, if there were, I'd be happy to be there anyway, I'd do an ice bath. Retrace mentally all the explanations that Paul had given me and go up the river against the tide, a little 'jumping on the stones and partly walking on the banks, expected arrival at the point where I have to undress, and in costume get in the water and proceed as for fifty meters with water in some places I get to mid back. And 'cold, I feel ridiculous, I can think of a film of Marines, but now are at stake. Paul had explained to me that the "torture" was necessary because it ensured that would not have come over intruders. Only they, who knew the place. I see them, are on a small pebble beach, lying in the sun. It 'a widening of the stream with a pool which I think deep, huge granite boulders, waterfalls, shady areas, favored by rock walls that rise straight into the sky, a hundred feet high. Can not anyone see us from above, only weeds. I leave the water and following the script of Paul Lay out the fabric a few yards away and lie down. They are naked and do not break down, they get up to watch the intruder. Staying in costume and stomach, I admire from the bottom of the tanned legs Ornella, are stretched and parted, I see past the hair and the chill that I had almost anesthetized, began to turn me on. Ornella move, bend your knees, now wide open and leans on his elbows, looks at me with a spray water spray on the body, fondles her breasts. Paul seems to sleep. I sit up, our eyes meet, it is clear that he knew I came, but I feel that Paul has just told me what to do, that has not Ornella script. I decide not to follow the suggestions of Paul. I get up and excited about the sex comes out of the costume, I do not fall before his eyes watched Ornella, were not detached from it. I head toward the water by new, I start leaning on a smooth boulder, legs immersed to the suit, I get used to the temperature that it becomes pleasant, Ornella looks at me, perhaps expecting a gesture of my exhibitionism (Paul had also requested). I do not seem to be trivial. I'll sign to enter the water, does not seem to understand, then gets up and approaches the lake, walking with difficulty on the pebbles, is very beautiful, sweaty, enters slowly, is very close, I see your skin react to cold, smiles, lets go until it disappears under water. He comes and goes away breaststroke against the current to the huge dark mass behind it disappears from my view and that of Paul. Wait for a while and seek. E 'behind the wall, the water now comes to my thighs I follow, I've found unexpectedly in front, in required step, we are facing one another. I go up the step a hand through his wet hair and pulled her toward me. The kiss, gives a pleasant and his tongue darts into my mouth. If Paul and I believe we are seeing I think sti trying to experience the thrill of the search. The kiss, no kissing on these occasions, the kiss is something reserved for the couple, if he does believe Ornella kisses me blowin 'Paul. I'm sure. Stroked her breasts without removing his tongue from his mouth, get down on my belly and the average slip into his sex. It is slightly bent legs and the contrast between the cold that my hand and feel the warm wet and sticky on my finger is terribly exciting. I'm coming down with water up to the shoulders, lifted first one leg then the other and put them around my neck, clinging to the wall not to slip, while I lick and suck her clit, I almost choked on the thighs moment of orgasm. Still breathing heavily when sliding them down my legs from that position is located in front of her sex. The penetration of shot, my sex hard and cold to give her a thrill of pleasure, because he kisses me once, almost biting. The cold prevents me from coming in and poking along slowly, her legs tied on my back. Enjoy, finally, screaming with pleasure, (Paul certainly sees us and hears) asked me to come to her inside. I go out suddenly, and the cold water from a restaurant to my sex is necessary for me to wait before you come, but Ornella takes it in hand, I masturbate furiously, almost shouting: "Come come ..". I can not please her, I want, and even better. I move almost tearing his hands and let myself sink into the water. When I see his resume backs that go to the beach, Paul is not there. Ornella is lying in the sun, I go out, naked, customs I've lost in water, are partly excited, I take my towel and I'm closer to you, I kneel down, wiped his back, legs ... the half-opens, look at the her sex, stroking it again, by a finger, then two, step with the other hand over and touched her clitoris, moving his fingers inside her. Do you like, slow down while his hands search for my sex, I want to take now. He does not want, I say "please do not stop, so let me come with two hands." I still, her breathing speeds up and I slow down the movement, I know that suffering but will enjoy even more waiting. I sense the beginning of his orgasm and I stop to vibrate, tremble, but says nothing. Now the hand in front of strips with the palm on her clit while a finger penetrates joining with others, are now three. The hand behind is freer in his movements and take this opportunity to dampen the mood in his thumb, then accelerates with all fingers and feel it come, let her come and easy penetration behind with his thumb. He seems to have a seizure, a wonderful orgasm that much to the point of my sex I feel out of the liquid lubricant in the palm of his hand that holds up to hurt myself. He finished, is exhausted, lies down on his stomach, while her fingers wet with the massage, the second opening, the penetration is slightly relaxed now that this opening is ready. I lie down on her without crushing, leaning on his arm tremble, while the other hand I manage my sex in her, the bathroom in his moods, it lubricates and slowly penetrated behind. He wakes up after my first inside and out, arches, gets to his knees, hands and knees, slowly continuing, I will not come again, pulling me back forcing me to lie down on the stones. It 's sitting on my sex, everything inside her, stroking her back, I can not move any more is that she does, as hammering, dropping every time above. I think I will. Not yet, moves, turns to me without letting go, turning inside her leads me to the brink of orgasm, understand it, it stops. He smiles, puts two fingers in his mouth wet and starts to masturbate, now he moves up and down, are ready, the pleasure is bursting inside my sex for the urge to go out, but that is Ornella like exploding, you jerks and moves quickly up and down shouting "now, now." I'm coming, ridiculously many times when I believe that my orgasm is over, again, is a situation that rarely happens to me unfortunately, because it is beautiful. The beach is now in shadow, when, took my things I restart the journey back, before disappearing from his view, I turn around, one last look, Paul is beside Ornella. Perhaps there has always been.

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Roberta and Michele

I put an ad targeted to young couples for exhibitionist meetings in unusual places, preferably without the knowledge of her. Michele, 28, replied, two lines, very short, asking for further details on what I suggested, explaining that his girlfriend liked random encounters and that it is not easy to find, thought to organize something that seems random. Attach two photos of her exhibitionistic poses on a park bench Solari, Roberta looked like a 21 year old bank, complete horn-rimmed glasses and a raincoat wide open in serious left to see a very nice body.
We began an exchange of letters, I proposed my idea of \u200b\u200bpseudo-random encounters, in his telling me what I liked Robert and described incidents that had involved pleasantly.
girlfriend was excited with unknown causes of exhibitionism in public places. If the reactions of these stimulated, the sequel was run by her and the conclusion is completely at its option: go along with him an observer, then the resulting benefit of her excitement. I discarded some of my proposals described in detail the script and the direction he thought the meeting, except that everything would proceed only if I had liked his wife. In this case the game would have been taken to her, and I should just act spontaneously felt better. 19.30. Li expected out of the pizzeria near Lodi course, lurking like a thief, and when I saw them enter waited 3 minutes as Michael told me, then I entered and went directly to the first floor and follow the instructions. They were already seated at a table in wrought iron, she still faces the room empty and the other tables. A bit 'absurd I sat in front of her on a table by a person, I could see them perfectly from his legs, if I had gone to the genius and decided that I was suitable to cause an unknown, soon I would have understood. The peeked pretending to read the list and I realized that I was looking at, we ordered and started eating, while other customers came in and made the situation more complicated but less funny. But her behind his glasses was very capable teacher to monitor who was sitting around and we choose the moment to cross your legs slowly showing the suspenders, without anyone else noticing or squint just enough to show white panties. The game had started and she took him with a mastery that made me realize what was used to that provocative behavior. I was exciting and it was only just after 20. Michele I had anticipated the start of the meeting, explaining that the rest could not predict it either. After the dessert, coffee and my excitement grew, they asked for the bill and left to reach the car, as agreed, was very close to me and started slowly after making sure that I was following them. Went around the city as if looking for something and slowed down several times in the vicinity of parks and gardens suited to stop, but nothing, they resumed wandering without which included the goal. They finally decided to stop at a tea room away from the parts of Abruzzi. The room had two floors, bar, lounge on the ground floor and a smaller one on the first floor very private with low tables and banquettes opposite, forming a sort of booth. It was deserted and settled in a very hidden corner, I followed them, and very suspiciously to the waiter who was watching me, I went to sit down with any place that was on a bench next to them where I could see them and me see. Once the waiter took their orders and served, was careful not to redo the stairs to climb again. Roberta looked at me gave birth to a truly remarkable show exhibitionist. They had good knowledge of the local because the place where you could see were placed and who climbed the ladder without being seen. It could allow, after a soft start of views and made buttons unbuttoned blouse, to finish with his legs wide open quietly gratifying and masturbate with the other hand Michael. From her face, her eyes are half closed, his legs twitched closing his hand, I knew that Robert had at least two orgasms. I could only watch and excited and she knew it well, in my position was visible even from the first steps for those who had gone up, so it happened, a young couple settled down and went away from us. Roberta had seen them and had had time to recompose and then start again as soon as they sat down, some can not be seen. The funny torture lasted until Robert decided not to stand, and return to self again: this time my slow chase did not last long, in ten minutes they reached a road near the station closed Lambrate, stopped by turning off lights position only after I parked behind them. I went down without turning on the light and went inside for the first time in next to their car. Roberta was dealing with the sex of Michael, meanwhile, raised the skirt from behind. I made some steps to when I was convinced that all was quiet and I stopped at the side of the open window. Robert was now jerking and Michael looked at doing the same. Rounding out the situation I just missed me, did not take me long to pull it out and showing it to Roberta. After all the excitement of the evening was the desire to come immediately before the show. However, able to wait for the curiosity to see what Roberta decided to do. Michael whispered something and she reached out to seize quickly than my sex. From the calm with which I masturbated I realized that he did not want me to be so. In fact opened the door lying on Michael and opening her legs to me. I knelt down and began to lick it, had a very sensitive clitoris and once you find the exact point it is not labored to come and hear you tighten your legs around my head. I got up and began to masturbate and asked if he wanted to see me come. The vulgar answer surprised me: "do not want to fuck me a little 'big deal with that?" You have a condom? As I slipped it quickly, knelt on the seat offering and dealing with the mouth of Michael. Even if we were not pleasant for both was long, while her boyfriend was twisted and heavily. Roberta sat and had begun to touch telling me. "If I see you come I'll come." And it was true.

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Infidelity: Anna

Being close to mooring may already be a good reason to become friends. And if the newcomers are in Milan, nice, not braggarts, with a son and a little quiet even if the wife of great beauty, the friendship has even more good reasons to bloom. Henry, sporty, handsome, good sailor, a businessman with a series of studies of advertising, 40 years. Anna 30 years, not the kind of woman who normally I hurl. Not thin and ethereal, but high, blackberry, physical sports, beautiful breasts, a very nice body, sweet face, decided and smiling. Beautiful mouth, beautiful teeth. I wondered at times just to sit in evaluating the female, yes, definitely had something that excited me. We went out often with boats on weekends and we were swimming side by side together in some cove, we ate together, in short, a beautiful friendship, marinara. Anna is a perfect sport, a great swimmer, Henry more peaceful, great smoker, often withdrew to dive, so I, Anna and little Andrea likes playing with water and sometimes I've had a contact between my body and that of Anna banal, but I felt that would be acceptable. This strange feeling I felt then the regular, when Sunday evening or Monday morning before leaving Milan to greet us. Anna kisses on my cheeks slid more and more strangely toward the mouth. Over the years, had known two of my companions who were with me on weekends on the boat and having never explicitly clarified my vision is "open and free" of the couple's relationship, I think we had imagined something. Very quietly I never asked for anything. It happened a few times by overlapping choices of departure and return on weekends, we used one car, my. In one of these occasions I was alone in the car with Henry, because his wife was already in the boat for days, and we ended up talking about the speech, wives, sex. With a good dose of resignation said that sexual intercourse with Anna, the birth of his son had become rare, the reason attributed to the fact that they were now together for the past fifteen years, and the heat of engagement and early marriage, the passion had gone quietly nod off. Was not a drama, but is normal in a couple, he alluded to other solutions to meet their abstinence, but instead I came to think of the many commitments that afternoon I knew Anna occupied. The gym, massages, Tai Chi, free, and was often out alone, with his beautiful BMW. Henry used a convenience for Smart. One Saturday afternoon I was in a boat, on her, Anna was alone and waiting for Henry and Andrea who had gone for supplies. A sudden change of weather, hail in the classic port, required to strengthen the mooring lines because they risked ending up against the dock. I was arranging my own and I saw Anna in difficulty, great difficulty. It was not the type to ask for help because they claimed to be better than Henry in terms of maritime art, but as soon as I finished, I jumped on her just in time to see it slip, letting go of the rope, he was scared because the boat had threatened to beat and crying. Fixed the problem I joined in and thanked me sobbing, threw her arms around his neck and embraced. Our cheeks were in contact as our bodies, too much contact. I unplugged my face, look at her, went to his mouth, then I hesitated and kissed her forehead. I went with the certainty that there would be. On Sunday evening, returning to Milan after dinner at night, preferring to drive Henry, Andrea was in front with Dad, because he suffered car sickness, I am behind in the middle between Anna and Nicole. As soon as the highway Nicoletta went into a deep sleep, my body and that of Anna were more than neighbors, I felt his warmth and contractions of the muscles of her leg against mine. Perhaps it was only a fantasy question, but I was excited. Serravalle on the pretext of the curves I clung to her knee, she soon after did the same with mine, but did not remove his hand: moving stool so that his hand slipped on my sex and warned my excitement. Not removed until Nicole awoke and then removing it confirmed that doubt. In Milan, say goodbye in some nobody who saw her kiss was even closer to your mouth. Two days passed and to celebrate a contract Enrico suggested dinner at a restaurant outside the city, Anna would have gone to fetch me, then we recovered and Nicole Henry. The child was with his grandparents. The wait for his lack of punctuality was worth it. He got out and BMW for the first time I saw a really short mini. I had never seen her in skirt and I was surprised, and when I kissed my house, unequivocally on the mouth, I eccitai. Sitting in the car I had the distinct feeling that he had not not done anything to raise even more the mini. The panties were white. After taking a few corners too hard and seeing that I was holding the handle said: "What do I need to do more to let you know that you can always cling to me in the corners?" He slowed down and my hand disappeared between her legs that opened up like a invitation. In the ten minutes required to reach and Enrico Nicoletta, Anna was able to come. Arriving at the restaurant, very free-range, but the scents, inviting us accommodation, deliberately sitting opposite each other and his foot was already all'antipasto between my legs. With the second, after eating the guinea fowl with their hands, we had all need to wash our hands for the first Nicoletta, who explained what was coming out the bathroom, almost in a corner of the court, then Henry. After exchanging a look with me and Anna got up and walked out. I was sure we'd kissed, but from the way he leaned against the sink, on my elbows, I realized what was his thought. I sat behind her, approached the door so you can also check if anyone crossed the courtyard to the bathroom, the scostai slip reduced to a damp sponge for his pleasure, and penetrated, given the situation I was coming soon, too cost not to wait for her orgasm. But passing his hand between his legs taken my sex forcing him to come out of that opening and directing another. The first penetrated with difficulty, then as his fingers moved on the clitoris, accelerating the pace and just told me ".. now come with me" I let my pleasure flooded through. Perhaps five minutes had elapsed. Just enough time for two people clean themselves and their hands to light a cigarette.

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Infidelity: Lucia

separation from White had always lived in the house, yes .. with one-way mirror in the bedroom with attached bathroom. Now after the story was over with Marc I found a bigger apartment in center, with adjoining study and so I sold the old house. I lived there yet, but already with a sense of regret, connected with the memories of all that had happened between those walls. The first I had to call the number listed on the sign posted outside, was an engaged couple waiting to get married soon and looking for an apartment of that size. I stared at the appointment for the next day toward evening. I opened and the two I saw were quite ridiculous and very shy. He looked like a comic imitation of a loser Cominione and Liberation, a trouser suit with her, out of fashion, the chignon, myopic glasses on a face raped by a decidedly oversized nose. Were entered and almost embarrassed I was, too, seeing them spellbound in front of a giant, a whole wall, a well-known drawing by Schiele, a woman sitting with her legs wide open. In fact I had completely forgotten that my house was attractively decorated in a way perhaps too unconventional for the buyers 'normal'. Now with this doubt in mind I opened the door to Lucy's bedroom, so she presented the future bride, and Edward measured the bathroom. Beautiful and absolutely impossible not to notice, triumphed on a table by the bed, inside a glass case with three fouls. Not a common composition, but a work of art that I had purchased from a merchant in Paris, also overly expensive. Fouls, a glass of 700, another Japanese black lacquer and the last ivory from Java, were delicious works, artfully worked, placed on special supports, especially a striking resemblance with real male erect, with the particular dimension: the glass was almost normal , that the ivory and lacquer XL XXL. The future bride was enchanted in front of that object, looked, then looked at me and blushed, then he was concerned stunned, staring at me in the eye in an incomprehensible way, ran in his mind probably the most diverse thoughts. Maybe I was gay? But the photos on the wall of the room, Marcella naked, while artistic and not vulgar, they lifted the doubt. Just in time for entry the future husband. I tried to make a screen object and we could not see him, Lucy in return gave me a look of sensuality to embarrass me, almost. After the visit informed me that currently lived with her parents and the marriage was fixed in a month. After the honeymoon would have contacted me hoping that I had not already sold. I had almost forgotten when the couple after a couple of months or so, called me Lucia, his voice was stronger, said a new appointment to further measures. The curiosity to see her and the fact that I did not have much negotiation, facilitated the meeting in the afternoon the next day at 16. It seemed a strange time. Right on time the doorbell rang and I opened it. Even the shadow of Edward. Lucia was unrecognizable, the only thing unchanged was the nose. Tanned, without glasses, long hair loose over her shoulders, mini, pretty short on two legs that absolutely did not deserve the indignity of being covered by pants. I told her to come in and provocatively asked, "Your husband has to get there?" Without blushing replied, "I'm alone." Two minutes of silence were the best that granted. Then he took her hand and said. "Do you want to revise the bedroom?" Said one of his head. I opened the door, I come in and let her alone, more than five minutes after I entered. Stood before the glass case, still. I sat behind her and moved her hair from her neck and kissed him, stroking her from behind, her breasts, leaned his seat just allows them to feel my excitement and told her: "You can touch them if you want." Its It was a whisper. I removed the cover glass and let you near him, betting that he picked up the ivory. I lost because he chose to order the glass, then touched them all and asked me. "How many women have used them?" I replied: "I do not know exactly, I think many, but the last one that I think is you would like to try them ". While I finished the sentence I was sitting on the bed and my hands went up under her mini. He let himself off completely and I was admiring her naked. It was wonderful, a plastic nose and would be perfect. He let himself kissing and licking all over the body, slow animation and panting with pleasure. When I undressed and lay down on the bed, stretched out her hands towards my sex erect, I climbed up, took him gently and rubbed the tip between her lips already wet. I insisted on not penetrate it, she wanted him to do. It was not like that, the rubbed on the clitoris to reach orgasm a delicate and long, then dropped literally over and remained so still, impaled, wincing. I did not move and slipped away from me, getting up and taking the foul black lacquer. He began to lick, wet and introdurselo groped for, without success, was too big. He asked me to help her, but I was afraid of tearing it. The more I penetrated for a long time without coming, but lubricating it even more and tried with that of ivory, and slipped easily enough, I left you a pleasure to handle it, watching it come almost immediately. When he pulled out of his mood was impregnated sticky and it was she who still groped with the lacquer, and failing. The penetrated again, began to enjoy asking me to come with her, but not in "Find me, please on the clitoris." It was a sublime pleasure to see her pull it out at the appropriate time and enjoy it while I rubbed and downloaded to your sex held open with one hand. It was very fast to grab the foul black and after passing it in my liquid that dripped from her lips, slipped abruptly with a grimace of pain that soon turned into pleasure and then last orgasm. For that afternoon.

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Infidelity: Monica

In companies there is always an ill-assorted pair, but Thomas and Monica exceeded all expectations. Young people, under thirty, beautiful, already separated from the first two spouses and pending divorce. Li attended a few years and I had seen them to quarrel and leave I do not know how many times. Tommy good, submissive, quiet, pantofolaio, Monica, red, small, beautiful girl of bonsai, and pepper all to have fun. Attributed the reason for the reconciliations to a great sexual power she had over him. I was curious about this particular mystery. During the periods in which they separated and she came back from the parents I had left "a friend" with her, ever so sorry for the separation. Tommy fell into a depression rather monstrous and had no more to see. In one of the exits I asked him why he, however, always went to look for and always wanted to start their disastrous relationship. Chuckling I replied "you see that can not do without my seductive arts .. as not to cook a grain. " My curiosity grew, but not only mine, Luke also another common friend, he was attracted by the red, with one difference: I wanted to just have some fun ', he, instead, tried desperately and a girlfriend was definitely taken by Monica . The whole company was keen on motor racing and often passed along on Sunday at Monza, just to see the minor races, but Sunday was scheduled arrival in a good race F3000, and Alonso had already given the young favorite. With a round of phone calls we found the morning of the race, incidentally, me, Monica and Luke, with my self-directed racetrack. Obviously, Thomas was not there because "in times of separation." Monica, red hair, curly, loose on her shoulders, tanned back in May, denim mini, too short in the front seat beside me was a temptation dramatic, my hand was likely to break away from gear and from under her mini. I had to control myself, but I also had a great desire to make me. Luke, sly, made her a little ruthless and spared the jokes about his willingness to take the place of Tommy. I much more subtly teased Monica, reminding her that she was out with two hungry wolves would be that if eaten in one bite. She laughed and replied to the game with jokes like "if one does not want, as long as two men may want to try ... .." and soon after, "but if one wants, maybe two men are few, heheheh, and laughed. ..." A Lesmo on the steps, after which she was sitting, I got placed on the row below and brazenly looked between her thighs, that does not maliciously closed completely. This play could not last, so I proposed to move at the chicane, if Luke was not afraid to be alone a half hour, she agreed, and Luke, displaced by the proposal that excluded him, he stayed in Lesmahagow. Arrived at the chicane, but before you get out, I asked "really that you try with me?" Not said, pulled her to me, I kissed her, while my hand with the speed of light was already under her mini . Reaction its good, let me do my fingers trying favoring space under her panties, reached out to understand what I was excited, let me note that it was already wet, then he said. "Go down? Then Luke is waiting for us, "After ten minutes of the show at that point, while my mind was able to make me as we were returning to Lesmahagow and asked her if she liked Luke and if you did not realize that a little ruthless. Brilliant response: "I like you, then you know, when you first joked that you were two ..." did not finish or did not want to finish the sentence. I was not enough. After the races, while the queue of cars streamed toward the exit, I parked in a meadow now deserted, with the excuse of waiting for the traffic diminished, lit a cigarette to make her stay more comfortable and slightly lowered its back. Stroked her legs and went back between her panties still find more humid. Luke was thrilled, remained silent and did not understand, did not understand even more when I lowered the back and lifted his shirt to Monica, I began to lick her breasts, only at that point said, "maybe you better go down ..." she replied with a smile shamelessly provocative: "If you're not afraid of me, you can stay." Luke finally realized, the back and my mouth went completely down between her thighs and sex of Monica, which opened as an oyster. He enjoyed for the first time, while I licked and kissed Luke. It was impossible to do contortions to remain in the cockpit. I got out and wandered around the car while Monica had already opened the zip of his trousers to Luke and he was masturbating, I took her from behind and moving only penetrated the side slip suddenly, stopping at the bottom of her to enjoy the pleasures of his hot and humid and the contractions of her sex, she knew very well used. I began to move slowly from her that facilitated the end of each penetration remained stationary while spinning a bit 'to hear the basin and rub the bottom of the uterus come. Now he had taken into the mouth of Luke and the sex was working with an incredible ability to the point that a little 'to Luke and especially gratifying to the curiosity to try the mouth of Monica, I suggested they exchange positions. Luke can not wait, perhaps for years, although probably not in that way. He took it too and was immediately like, Monica feeling the heat of Luke in her, was still. I waited for Luke to go away and I said to Monica, who did not want to come now, but I wanted to go out with her the night quietly. I do not even listened to, and taking only the tip of my sex in my mouth, I masturbate so fast that I could not help myself and I came in her mouth. I only said "we can start tonight if you want." I wanted it. A week later he returned with Thomas. I understood why he was looking for.