The more time passes, the more Adele is seized, like me, by the sex demon, but even more imperiously. She wants everything and immediately, as if, coming of age, she was afraid that she would no longer have time to try everything, to explore everything of the deepest pleasures of her body ... She wants women, men. .. she wants to enjoy and still enjoy, graze bushy pussies, lick erect clits, swallow majestic cocks, welcome them in her cunt endlessly wet and offered.We are no more than the reverse of what we were at the beginning of our union, then so modestly in love, so jealous of our prerogatives as spouses, so attentive to the shadow of a reproach, to the outline of 'a gaze focused on one or another. What magnificent and painful storms in the depths of our loving hearts when a suspicion fell on a meeting which ended late, on a dance granted to a friend who was nevertheless close, on a brush of the hand or on a prolonged hug. These delicate melancholies of our sensitive hearts are now far away. Little by little, sexual appetites took precedence over our old conveniences. Not that we love each other less, but I am primarily responsible for it. My veneration for Adele's body, for the perfection of her figure, for the texture of her skin, for the pulp of her lips, for the wetness of her cunt, imperceptibly led me to love more than reason her erotic exaltations and her sublime pleasures. I transcended her desires and pleasures and gave her a sharper, more heightened awareness of her femininity and her incomparable aptitude for physical love ... for her seduction too. It was first a game, a marivauding, then I myself urged her to experience her powers and not contain any of her desires. I do not know if I released her in the modern sense of the word, in any case I accompanied and supported her in her orgasmic quest. transcended her desires and pleasures and gave her a more acute, more heightened awareness of her femininity and her incomparable aptitude for physical love ... for her seduction too. It was first a game, a marivauding, then I myself urged her to experience her powers and not contain any of her desires. I do not know if I released her in the modern sense of the word, in any case I accompanied and supported her in her orgasmic quest. transcended her desires and pleasures and gave her a more acute, more heightened awareness of her femininity and her incomparable aptitude for physical love ... for her seduction too. It was first a game, a marivauding, then I myself urged her to experience her powers and not contain any of her desires. I do not know if I released her in the modern sense of the word, in any case I accompanied and supported her in her orgasmic quest. So when I propose to her to invite a transvestite, young and handsome, whom I met on a third sex site and who fascinated me with his intensely erotic photos and his disturbing femininity, she is enthusiastic and begs me to come up. this appointment two days later. I feel her already wet at the idea of ​​this novelty and she sticks against me, grabbing my hand and placing it again between her thighs. Yes her thong is wet, what an appetite for sex! In a jiffy she is naked, offered, indecent, undresses me almost savagely, sits on the sofa, spreads her thighs and, grabbing my head, draws her between her raised thighs to plunge my mouth and my tongue into her wet pussy dew. When the day arrives at the beginning of the afternoon - it is the hour reserved for our follies - we are impatient. She only dressed in black stockings with lace edges, a black lace thong that penetrates her slit and a black silk nightie, transparent, which struggles to contain her breasts whose ends stretch the fabric. Me completely naked under my dressing gown.We ring the bell, I'm going to open the door and find Justine on the doorstep of our Parisian apartment, pretty, petite, petite, slender and nervous legs sheathed in black silk perched on black pumps with very high heels, black skirt mid-thigh , lilac bodice of fine and transparent silk, on her small but well-formed chest, disturbing face with both masculine and feminine features, delicately painted, beautiful lips painted in carmine red, very elegant blonde wig ... He, she, is beautiful and desirable. She leaves a kiss on my lips which makes me shudder, I lead her to the sofa where Adele is sitting and I make her sit next to her. Reserved but full of confidence, she accepts a coffee and asks us what we are looking for in this ambiguous encounter. Adèle beckons me to let her say it and does not hide from Justine that she both wants to know men - because she likes to enjoy their sex - and to bring out in her this lesbian fantasy that is buried there. always. The extreme sensitivity of a being who feels like a woman although endowed with masculine attributes seems to him to be the best way to fulfill his deep desire. She also tells Justine how beautiful she finds her in this outfit so elegant, so feminine and so fitting to her masculine obverse that it arouses an unsettling desire. Justine tells her the path strewn with thorns that she had to travel, rejected by her parents, mocked by her comrades because she liked girl's games, girl's readings and she had the gestural graces of a girl despite her voice which remained deep and her virility intact. It reminds me of the misfortunes of the virtue of Justine de Sade. She had had to fight to win the right to dress and live like a girl, to gradually transform her gait and posture and to overcome prejudices in her professional activity. Adele visibly moved approaches her and kisses her gently on the cheek. Justine tenderly kissed him back. I feel a little excluded from this love game and I decide to ignite the powder.My bathrobe already ajar on my penis which is heavy with excitement, I approach Adele and delicately removes her nightie to offer Justine's eyes a generous breast with erect nipples. Adele exhilarated by the situation provocatively spreads her thighs to expose her pussy slit by the thong of the thong. She shows off and, shameless and superb, in front of this bisexual stranger seized with admiration and desire in front of so much sudden provocation.Justine leans over Adele, mixes her mouth with hers in a kiss of intense eroticism, then slowly descends her lips alo ...

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