The clock was ticking toward early evening when he arrived, this young blond man with sparkling eyes and an exciting shyness. His imposing stature took us by surprise; he seemed closer to thirty than his announced 25 years. His skin was smooth, without a hair, his torso slightly muscular, his hips leading to round and well-defined buttocks. He kissed me first, his clumsy lips sliding over mine, his shy tongue seeking mine. He took off his shoes carefully, aware of the recent cleaning, showing a delicate attention to our space. We headed towards the living room, where my husband was waiting. The young man, without waiting, planted a deep kiss on my husband's lips, his hands already exploring the growing bulge in his pants. I slipped behind him, my hands caressing his hips before going down to his buttocks, feeling them, feeling their firmness and roundness. Not a word was exchanged, just moans of burgeoning pleasure. Then another guest entered, a man in his forties, his body marked by years of intense living, tattoos telling stories on his tanned skin. He joined us, kissing the young man with raw passion, his expert hands finding my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples. The young man, subjugated by this new presence, knelt down, releasing the cocks of my husband and the tattooed man, each in turn welcoming his eager lips. His mouth moved back and forth between the two erect cocks in front of him, his moans intensifying with each deep-throat movement. His right hand caressed my husband's cock, while his other hand released the newcomer's cock, taking it into his mouth with an insatiable appetite. Meanwhile, my husband, still on his knees, licked the young man's anus with an avidity that made him cry out with pleasure. His tongue swirled around the tight entrance, spitting to lubricate this eager hole. The tattooed man, seeing the opportunity, pos ...

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