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Yesterday noon, I am at work when I receive a text message on my mobile. It's my friend Ali who writes me “Hi David! I'll spend a morning looking after your wife. Am seriously lacking! ". His post makes me smile! It must be said that I met Ali one day when I was taking my wife out to a sauna in Pigalle after having exhibited her at the Sexodrome, a huge sex shop on Boulevard de Clichy.Catherine my wife took a great foot. It must be said that Ali gave him a long cunnilingus in the jacuzzi while see the rest

Il y a quelques jours, lors d’échanges avec les abonnés du site, l’un d’entre eux me dit que ma femme Hélène aurait beaucoup de succès si je la sortais sur une aire de repos sur la N2 près de Soissons. L’idée est intéressante, d’autant plus que cela fait quelque temps que je ne l’ai pas sortie. De plus, étant un mari candauliste, j’adore que ma femme goûte à la pluralité car je suis alors un voyeur très heureux. Dommage, Soissons c’est loin !!Le soir, tandis que ma femme see the rest

Il y a déjà 2 ou 3 semaines, mon amant régulier Ali m’a bien baisée au ciné X l’Atlas à Pigalle. Dans la salle du haut, alors que je me tenais debout à la rambarde du balcon qui domine les sièges du bas, il a relevé ma mini jupe et retiré mon string.Toute excitée par l’ambiance glauque des lieux, j’ai bien écarté les jambes pour lui faciliter la tâche. Ses mains se sont posées sur ma taille au niveau de mon porte-jarretelles et son gland a lentement forcé mon petit cul. Quel see the rest

The day begins to dawn but the marital room is still plunged in darkness. François is still sleeping near me, I hear his deep and regular breathing. I glance at my alarm clock, it's only 6.30am and we both get up at 7.15am. Maybe I had a hunch, but the handle turns slowly and a naked figure stands out against the half-open door. She walks over to the bed, gently lifts the quilt and slips next to me. I wedge myself a little more against François to leave a little room for my morning visitor. In see the rest

Depuis que j’ai dépucelé mon neveu dans sa chambre après notre soirée dansante, je n’en ai reparlé ni avec lui ni avec François mon mari. Pourtant je suis certain que ce dernier a des envies lubriques à réaliser avant que Florian ne termine son stage et reparte en province à Bordeaux. Ce que j’étais loin d’imaginer, c’est que l’oncle et le neveu allaient devenir complices pour la suite des événements.Un soir après dîner, alors que je suis en train de ranger la cuisine, François see the rest

Tomorrow evening, François was to accompany me to a dance evening scheduled for a long time, but he has just announced to me, during dinner, that this will not be possible because he will return late due to professional constraints at the ministry. He realizes my disappointment, so, addressing Florian seated to his right at the table, he said to him - Florian, your mother often told me that you were a good dancer because you took dance lessons. living room in Bordeaux. Would you mind accompanying see the rest

It's been three days since I sucked Florian well, in the middle of the night, making him believe that I was half asleep and that it was François my husband that I thought was with me. Every morning, I make sure to let her see the top of my legs when we have breakfast and there is always at least one of my little thongs lying around in the bathroom that we share.On this Saturday morning, like two weeks ago, I asked him if he would like to accompany me to the gym again. He answered yes because he see the rest

It's 8:30 p.m. and I'm going to go to bed hoping that the second part of the shot, this time imagined by me, will go well. To hand Florian again after his little voyeurism session last night, I send him a quick text message “Florian, your uncle confirmed his return around 1:30 am. So you can enjoy your evening with friends. I go to bed. See you tomorrow ". In less than five seconds I received his response “Good night Hélène. Sweet dreams… ".Like the night before, I choose to wear the little see the rest

This Sunday evening at dinner, François announced that he would be absent from Tuesday morning to late Wednesday afternoon because he must return to Metz for an inventory of national works entrusted to the decentralized Pompidou museum. I told him that I was delighted that Florian was there for his internship because it would prevent me from having dinner alone as I am used to when he is away. Once in our room, François explains to me the ploy he invented to see if his nephew would try to take see the rest

Three days ago, I behaved like a real slut in Mr. Robert's shop, a real depraved bourgeoisie addicted to sex. At home, with my husband, I play snow goose who needs to be guided and encouraged to progress on the path of liberated sexuality. From the words that Francis says each time he takes me to bed, I know that he would like to make me skip the steps and become the real master of ceremonies of my long evenings of fornication. But I want to make him wait, he should not guess too quickly that I am see the rest