A pair aquatic
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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