The gmail symbol on the cell lights up ... Usually a very special friend of mine, known here, writes to me on that address. Even if the notification may be for other types of emails, the thought for that little M-shaped symbol always goes to him, to them. I pro and with great enthusiasm I discover that it is his. It's always exciting that moment, it can be a greeting, it can be an invitation. It is the second. It is for Saturday, I immediately think of any commitments or setbacks that may prevent me from accepting and fortunately I don't see any. they come first. Fortunately, everything goes smoothly and on Saturday morning we can meet. It is 9.30 when I arrive at the fixed place and just seeing the car waiting for me already unleashes my first adrenaline rush. We stop, as usual, at the bar. I get out of the car and greet my friend with a hug and, almost without betraying emotion, the beautiful woman who accompanies him. And his wife. As always, she is gorgeous, elegant and very sensual. Dressed gracefully, very refined and at the same time very sensual. It has the usual sunny and mischievous aspect which makes it even more desirable. Although her age is no longer a girl, her bearing and her shapes could make her envious: she is a woman who if she passes by you cannot help but look at her: she is good, and not a little. towards the bar. Only in that moment do I begin to realize that perhaps, shortly thereafter, I will have the pleasure of enjoying her close company, discovering her clothes and delighting in the contact of her wonderful body. We sit at a table and order coffee and while the usual pleasantries take over, as happens when we haven't seen each other for some time, my gaze often rests on her, mischievous and full of desire. Now I look at her better, I admire her light and soft dress that caresses her body and rests on her crossed legs, softly veiled by the usual black stockings. A masterpiece of class and sensuality! We leave the bar almost immediately, everyone's time is not on our side and we don't want to waste any more. Arriving at their car A. (I do not write the name for extreme confidentiality) says to me: "Come on, both of you sit behind me and I'll be your driver". We do not have to repeat it twice and smiling, with a spirit of great complicity, we get into the car. A. moves and we go out of town. We are close behind us, very close, and the hands, greedy for her body, want her. And she, as always, with malice and a pinch of coquetry encourages me to get closer. He takes my hands and places them on her legs so that I can finally fulfill that desire to caress them that had already pervaded me from the bar and, accompanying them with his, he makes them slide between my thighs. The desire immediately begins to get strong and soon her dress climbs up to her black lace thong and her thighs adorned with stockings are all uncovered and greedily scoured by my hands. She talks into my ear and asks if I always find her beautiful, toned, attractive and smiles at me. A. looks at us from the mirror and is surprised at how that morning, already in the car, in the middle of traffic, the weather had already become hot and, behind us, already in the throes of desire, accomplices, we smile. R. is particularly charged and even a breast is discovered, her hands accompany mine and soon we find ourselves rummaging in our most intimate parts! A. drives and looks for somewhere a little more secluded as my fingers slide behind the buttocks of our goddess of desire. She gets up a little from the seat, as if to invite me to be more daring and soon I arrive with my fingers between her panties, I move them and I feel with great pleasure that she begins to warm up seriously. I feel the wetness of her pleasure that begins to go down and wet my fingers as she unbuttons my jeans to get to mine. A. c looks and surprised, almost amazed by so much initiative, asks us why so much ardor while we were still traveling on a fairly busy road. "Think of driving the admonishes R., wasn't that what you wanted?" It is a reproach, complicit, mischievous and pronounced with its splendid ironic smile that distinguishes it even in such particular situations. Wonderful. Then he whispers in my ear: “you know I would like to give you a blowjob, yes, today he asked me to give you a blowjob ...! ". And smiles. By now we are both taken. Finally A. turns into a small street and stops. I did not see when she took her camera to immortalize us in those moments, because as soon as R. stopped she got up and took off her panties and positioned herself with her knees on the seat, so that I could touch them better between her legs and penetrate her up. at the bottom with my fingers. It was all a lake of pleasure and as I touched it my cock was moving hard, which was already about to explode. His mouth and his tongue were now all not with mine and the pleasure grew more and more. "I want to hear you when you come, without brakes ..." A. told me while he was filming us and by now I was about to explode ... I felt that R. was about to come too and he whispered in my ear to come, he urged me ... "Come on, come on ... I'm here too ...". It was a moment, I wanted so many things, to move, to straighten my legs ... but above all I imagined to explode on her body, on her breasts ... between her thighs ... The desire and the excitement, however, were so many that I couldn't take it anymore and while I was panting and shouting loudly I am about to come, I exploded into a wonderful orgasm in the hands of R. who, transported by my pleasure, let herself go in a wonderful and not very silent orgasm. .. To say that looking at her with renewed excitement, as he did on another occasion, spreading the fruit of my enjoyment on her breast, is an understatement. It was a scene worthy of the best erotic dreams you can have. Fantastic. "Well done ... those were A.'s first words, you were exceptional ... and" turning to R. "this time you really made me 'beak'". To my surprise, she replies "... no, no again, it's nothing, I have to get you cuckold for real ..." And she smiled. While, after we had almost recomposed ourselves, she was intent on putting on her tiny black lace thong, I asked her if she could give it to me as a souvenir of that magnificent Saturday. Still smiling, he said yes. "If you want, I'll give it to you, but you could risk being discovered by your wife, it's better not". So he put it on and the three of us got out of the car. We leaned against a dry stone wall and while I was smoking a cigarette, we commented on those moments, the sensations and the situations experienced. It is difficult to explain the great harmony between A. and R. and how they managed to make me feel at ease in our meetings and an integral part of their intimate sphere. Very beautifull. By now it was time to start and while we were doing it I asked R. for her thong. It was sublime. She stopped, mine looked at me and said "Ok, I'll give it to you, but please don't get caught!" And as she finished saying that sentence, she gently lifted her dress and, with the class that only she can have, he took it off and let it slip on his legs, and then, with the usual mischievous smile, put it in my hands. It is not a dream, it is the dream that, for me, has come true. Continue ... soon, I hope.
Bel racconto.. molto denso..
Grazie. Una esperienza bellissima a cui bisognava dare il giusto tributo. E per quanto posso aver dettagliato emozioni e situazioni, non riuscirò mai a descriverne il reale coinvolgento emotivo. 30-06-2018 18:14:02
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Grazie. Una esperienza bellissima a cui bisognava dare il giusto tributo. E per quanto posso aver dettagliato emozioni e situazioni, non riuscirò mai a descriverne il reale coinvolgento emotivo.
