For several weeks I dreamed of realizing a fantasy, that of having a bisexual relationship. Accustomed to browsing libertine sites, I found a very nice couple with whom the feeling seemed to pass. After several exchanges, we agreed to meet to coquiner.D-Day arrived. The only imperative that the couple gave me was to come without underwear. It was around 8 p.m. when I parked in front of their house. Dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting T-shirt revealing my chest, I was also naked under my jeans, my penis perfectly shaved for their greatest pleasure, I felt the tension rising in me when I hit.I saw a man arrived, fifty, rather well built, dressed all in white, I guessed his sex in transparency under his Bermuda shorts. From his smile, I understood that I was expected. I entered and then saw his wife who got up and introduced herself to me. She, in her forties, dressed in very tight black pants, drew her sublime buttocks. Her top, meanwhile, was well fitted, with a wide neckline showing off her magnificent breasts, which I was eager to taste. We sat down on the sofa, me, sitting right between them, my hands on their legs, I watched them with my gaze, when he began to kiss me, she kissing my neck, (area that I gild and which makes me melt), I very quickly felt the excitement rising in me, and I felt perfectly that my sex betrayed this pleasure .The hands became more and more pressing and supported. I caressed their thighs and I desperately wanted to go further, but I was prisoners of those kisses and those hands that took care of me. Suddenly, a hand rested on my erect penis, it was stiff and hard, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure at that moment. It was then that he knelt i ...

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