100% true. In September 2004, my wife went back to work. She started very early and therefore went to bed very early as well. She was constantly tired, which prevented us from having a normal sex life. Since I didn't watch much TV, I decided to take out a cinema subscription to go there once a week in the evening. This also gave me an alibi to try to meet... While browsing the first dating websites, I saw that the parking lot of the Luynes military cemetery was a place where you could meet couples. So, after my movie session, I went there every time. Nothing happened for weeks. And then one spring evening, while I was waiting with the driver's window down and the headlights on, in my Chrysler Voyager, I noticed a 205 with a couple inside. The driver was going back and forth, slowing down in front of my vehicle each time. From my bird's eye view, I saw when he passed in the same direction as me that the woman who accompanied him seemed very curvy: very short red skirt, blonde, nice legs. That's all I could make out in the Aix night. After two passes, he parked about a hundred meters from me. I flashed my headlights. It was already late, after 11:30 p.m., and I told myself that if he didn't answer I was going to go home. Two minutes later, he started the car and came towards me. He stopped next to me, rolling down his window. The guy had the face of a wrestler, wearing a black fabric jacket. "Good evening, are you bi?" he called to me. "Yes, active bi. I like to suck. " "Are you in a hurry to get home? " "No, I have time. " "How about a plan with my wife and me?" He reached his right hand towards his wife to caress her pussy, it seemed to me. - Yes, but I don't know of any quiet places here. - There's a small path on the right as you head towards the Luynes industrial zone, quiet. Can we come in your car? - Yes, in the back, no problem. - OK. Follow me. And off we went. Indeed, the path was very close. We walked 100 meters to a small clearing on the right where we parked. They got out of the car to join me and I had plenty of time to admire his wife in the headlights. She was really very pretty, in her early forties, blonde, the light confirmed to me that she had slim, shapely legs. She was wearing the very short red skirt I had seen, black stockings and a plunging red bustier that lifted her half-visible breasts. She looked like a barmaid.I got out, opened the sliding back door for them, and they got in. I followed them and closed the door. They sat on the back three-seater bench. I turned the second-row chair around to face them. The guy was already pulling his large cock out of his pants, with a half-hard erection. His wife took off her black panties and started jerking off her husband. I pulled down the fly of my pants, pulled out my cock, and jerked myself off to get a hard-on. "Go ahead, suck it," he ordered his wife. She bent over and, with one knee on the bench, took me in her mouth. She seemed totally under her man's control, not saying a word and letting him do it as he jerked her off furiously. Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain. I stood up, half-bent over, so she could suck me better. She had a light blond fuzz on her pear-shaped breasts t ...

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