It was in 2007... Time passes, memories remain* Hélène opened the door for us, late in the day that summer. We were invited to our "first" orgy. Four couples formed: Hélène and Serge, our hosts, a German, Herbert, and Alicia, Jacques and Brigitte, Anna and me. To which were added Marie, Thomas and a young guy, François. All approaching fifty, except François. Thomas, a childhood friend, had introduced us some time before to Hélène and Serge. And we already knew Brigitte and Jacques. The German, Bert to cut a long story short, was accompanied by Alicia, with a somewhat horse-like profile and a very plump appearance. Once the introductions were made, we went to the "changing room": Anna put on a sarong tied behind her neck. Shorts and a Hawaiian shirt for me. On the practical side, all the women were wearing sarongs. On the patio, a small, well-stocked buffet and a refreshing champagne soup awaited us. The whole gathering was preparing for a warm evening. I glanced at Anna talking to Brigitte. This is off to a good start, I thought. Suddenly, Serge announced that the jacuzzi was at our disposal. Serge had equipped his home not with a swimming pool, but with a real, large, permanent jacuzzi. Some of the group opted for the bubbles. This rascal Thomas drags Anna towards the steps without failing to untie her sarong as she goes, there she is naked, her ass in the air, this nice round ass that Thomas immediately leers at... He is already hard and they settle down while chatting... As I was with Marie and Jacques, we entered the water in turn, Marie sitting between us, I admire her heavy chest while imagining a lot of things, my hands still wise... Jacques is bi, I had understood it during a previous meeting in a libertine club. While the last ones arrived in the jacuzzi, Serge made a vague recommendation about the neighbors but my head was elsewhere, immersed in the inter-mammary fold of Marie who was laughing while whispering "wait, wait... Not right now..." Our hands, Jacques's and mine, kneaded the top of Marie's thighs, brushing against her vulva with each movement going up towards her breasts... I felt a hand grip my already stiff cock. In these situations, the excitement rises quickly... I saw Bert and Alicia, good, side by side, Hélène and François... And, and Brigitte passionately kissing Anna, the two chicks sandwiched between Thomas and Serge...I have to tell you that Jacques and his wife Brigitte were a 100% libertine bi couple. We met them in a famous establishment in Toulouse, the one on the avenue that goes up (which those under twenty can't know or recognize...) where I remember seeing Brigitte getting fucked by five, six or seven guys in succession, with her husband encouraging her. Back to the jacuzzi: despite the underwater lights, the ripples on the surface blurred the undulations of the bodies, but we could clearly see that Anna was impaled on Thomas's cock, whose hands were supporting her breasts. While Brigitte, pressed against her, one arm around her neck, the other disappearing between their bodies, no doubt searching Anna's cunt and crushing her clitoris. Both were having orgasms after orgasm. Brigitte is incredibly efficient. Serge, behind her, enjoying the spectacle, was deeply buried inside her. This vision takes longer to write than to see... And Marie? She too, caught between Jacques and me, was moaning. I see myself eating her left breast, the fingers of my right hand meeting Jacques's, massaging her lips, crushing her vulva, pinching her bud and tickling the entrance to her vagina. She moaned louder and louder, panting under our caresses. Suddenly, Jacques lifted Marie, pivoted beneath her and shoved her right in! Marie screamed in surprise, I stood in front of her, on tiptoe and immediately shoved my rod in her mouth, stifling this piercing cry which could disturb the neighbors... Eyes closed, I let my cock be sucked, and with a thrust of my hips, I changed mouths, that of Jacques, who, a little further away, was only swallowing my glans... But damn, it's so pleasant to be sucked by two mouths... Pleasant, that's for sure, but staying on tiptoe is much less so... So I left these greedy throats to take refuge between Marie's breasts. My erect, well-positioned cock is immediately taken care of... How... That pig Jacques, while squeezing Marie's breasts, applied up and down movements... The Spanish handjob... Ooooh... And Marie pressed me against her, each of her hands squeezing my buttocks... Deadly, too deadly... I feel myself leaving... A jet of cum floods Marie's neck who comes, Jacques lets go too... What a moment... The three of us in simultaneous orgasm... Time out... Everyone found themselves in front of the buffet, devouring toasts and petits fours while quenching our thirst. I had the opportunity to meet Anna again and exchange our impressions on this beginning of the evening... She displayed this little smile of satisfaction which said a lot, very much...And confirmed it. It had only been two years since we had entered the libertine world and we were having a blast there. Hélène, like a good hostess, while making the rounds of the guests, offering various appetizers, stopped in front of me. I took one, with foie gras mousse. As she provided this service topless, her sarong tied at the waist, I was seized by a gastronomic delirium... Holding her with one hand on her hip, I set about, with a quick turning movement, coating her nipples with the foie gras from the toast... "Ah! The gourmand" exclaimed Hélène, offering me her bust, after a moment of surprise. I was immediately delighted. I love breasts, I love playing with them, pinching them, squeezing them, massaging them, licking them, sucking them, suckling them, sucking them... Eating them, in other words! In the living room, the lights dim, they are chatting quietly, I see Anna led by Jacques and followed by Thomas heading towards the corridor leading to two bedrooms... But what are they going to do? I was with Bert, Alicia and Marie exchanging a few pleasantries and I wasn't going to let them go, it would be rude... Hélène asked for help to tidy the sideboard and arrange desserts and drinks. I helped her with that, while the pleasant situation settled in... Serge sat down at the piano and played, I don't remember which piece, which led to a nice slow dance... Bert with his Alicia whom he didn't let go, Marie and François, Brigitte dozed on the sofa humming the song. Coming out of the kitchen, I took Hélène in my arms and, pressed against each other, we followed the melody. Finally, glued to each other, I exaggerate, there was just enough distance for the tips of her breasts to touch my chest, while the top of her thighs brushed against my cock which reacted... Hélène noticed it immediately and pressed her pubis against my erection... We didn't move anymore... Sh ...

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