Reminder: After having exchanged with Fabien whom I contacted on this site because his cock interested me, I quickly understood that he really wanted me to fuck his wife who was cuckolding him with a partner from the tennis club that she frequented assiduously. The photos he sent me piqued my interest and we agreed that, despite the difficulty that the organization presented (distance, she must not know, etc.), it would happen one day or another. Indeed, after he sent me a photo captioned "look how this whore dresses to go shopping!", chance made the planets align. I was in the Intermarché area where she went to do her shopping. After having spotted her, I wisely waited for the most banal moment certainly but the most propitious to approach her: fruits and vegetables. Pretending to hesitate over which cucumber to choose, she explains that she chooses them longer and firmer than the one I chose. The door is undoubtedly open: I show her my profile picture, right in the middle of the store, which doesn't seem to bother her at all. "What makes me think it's you? " - You're free to make up your own mind. - And you're planning to show off the object right in the middle of the cucumber section? - Do you know that no one in this store checks who enters and exits the fitting rooms? - It's not the most discreet place in the world... - Are you backing out? - Absolutely not, but when I taste appetizing dishes I tend to express my pleasure quite loudly. - Well, let's start with the aperitif and then we'll see if you want to move on to the menu in a place more suited to your vocalizations..." I add perversely because I quickly understood that she was a woman of character: "unless you have eyes bigger than your stomach". "Don't forget the cucumber... I might not be satisfied with an aperitif that's too light!" She heads off towards the fitting rooms and I can't help but admire her shapely ass and muscular legs. She's waiting for me, casually sitting on the shelf provided for this purpose in a changing room at the back. My cock hasn't reached its optimum size yet, far from it, but Margot (since that's her real first name) is in charge of making things evolve... without even taking off my pants, she puts her hands on my ass, thus pressing my pelvis against her face and begins to gauge with her lips and teeth the growing size of my cock.She knows how to do it perfectly and I'm sure her cuckolding tennis player husband doesn't often win a single set.She nibbles, along the entire length of my shaft, the pants deformed by the size that is emerging, until the moment when she only lingers on the tip of my tail. Without unzipping my pants, she continues this maneuver to the point that my tail becomes excessively hard, almost painful. "Now we can have an aperitif, dear sir... sir, how, by the way? - Tony... let's call each other by our first names at this stage." After opening my pants, she grabs the base of my tail with one hand and takes my balls between her thumb and the palm of her hand with the other. She doesn't beat around the bush: she swallows the head, sinks in a first time up to my balls and with her mouth full, tries to articulate "en-hanée, oi c'est A-ho" which she finishes by moving her lips up along my cock until she pulls out... a long intake of air concluded by a brief sigh of pleasure tells me that we're going to get along well. "Enchantée, I'm Margot" she continues. I refrain from telling her that the information provided by her husband largely contributed to the understanding of her first attempt at introduction. "Enchantée... do you know that ladies who are polite don't talk with their mouth full? -I don't intend to chat..." She then plunges her lips back onto my head, the head sucks it while pleasantly kneading my balls. From time to time, she sends me provocative looks like "I'll make you explode whenever I want!" and, after a few minutes, it seems that she wants it. She speeds up the pace, starts jerking me off along the entire length of the shaft, pumps, sucks, moans softly sometimes... her position inspires me: I delicately lift her black skai skirt, spread the lace of her black panties as well and notice ...

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