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Finally spend a nice evening with the girls again. I’ve been looking forward to that for so long. Since our move I hadn’t seen my two best friends for a long time. Life in the new environment is great, but my girls are simply missing. Today it was time after more than half a year. My husband takes care of the children and is also happy about the free evening.
So he can be in peace football look.
I got a tip from the neighborhood for a nice restaurant nearby and so I was sitting at the S-Bahn station and was waiting for my two companions for the evening. How nice that it is just under 45 minutes of public transport to see us. I was on it early and so I was able to watch the hustle and bustle on the small train station with its two tracks for a few minutes.
It was a mild early summer evening and almost all people were in a good mood.
There were some gentlemen in the suit that Quitting time towards fevered, and quickly removed their ties and jackets. An older lady who probably came out of the zoo with her grandchildren. The children were at least constantly talking about the tigers and gorillas. A few young people spent the time at the kiosk and were proud that the owner actually alcohol had sold.
My gaze wandered over the walls smeared with Grafitti and got stuck again on the suits. The 5 men talked to the upcoming football game and where you would look at it. I at least took this to the word scraps of Champions League, garden and grilling. I caught how I sample the five and had to admit that I find men in a suit really erotic. Ok, three of them were not my guy, because a bit older and also understood from the stature.
The fourth seemed to be the trainee. At least he listened more to the entertainment than he contributed to it and he also looked quite lost in the suit.
The last in the group was all the more my case. I appreciated him in his mid -30s, about my age and he seemed to be very sporty. At least that gave his upper body guessed, which held the white shirt on the chest for tension. As if my thoughts became independent, he actually started to button his shirt.
I didn’t try to look so obviously, but I liked what I saw! He grazed the shirt and wore a classic men’s underhirt brand of love. How it emphasized so nicely narrowly and his trained upper body emphasized me, however, came to completely different thoughts. I felt a tingling in me, but my head cinema was suddenly interrupted by the announcement that the S-Bahn would now run in. One last look before the view of the track was blocked was also rather disappointing.
My pastime had put on an ordinary and too far too far shirt ..
But now in the next moments a little brunette and a redhead should rise from the track. I got up to get a better overview of the bustle. They were already at the front. I went over to them and finally my two best friends Anja and Yvonne Embrace. After the usual – and for the surrounding persons, “hello sweet, how are you? You look good. “We started.
I had reserved a table and we liked the restaurant straight away. We had got a table on the edge of the outdoor terrace and were able to enjoy the view of the adjacent river and were also a little undisturbed. So far there have been at least not many guests here.
Of course we started chattering immediately and the waiter quickly understood that he should always keep our Prosecco glasses well filled to have a quiet evening.
We enjoyed a delicious starter plate and then all opted for pasta dishes to the main course. Time passed like in a flash and we talked and talked. The topics were the usual first. The respective jobs along with annoying boss, as well as the nice and the stupid colleagues. After the wonderful blasphemy about our old schoolmates, the latest fashion topics came on the table. In between we enjoyed ourselves deliciously about the very young woman with the man who is too old at the table.
At the end we also came to the men’s world. Anja had separated from her first great love about three quarters of a year ago and has been single since then. She was probably not really happy with it. At least we complained that she could use someone to talk and lean on again. Someone who is at home in the evening and spends time with her at the weekend. It sounded quite lonely, after all she had been in a relationship for almost 2 decades.
Yvonne tried to cheer her up by introducing a single life with constantly changing sex partners. But that backfired. Since the long -term relationship only got down to business in sporadic anyway and nothing had happened afterwards, our Anja hadn’t had sex for more than a year.
We no longer knew that a suitable answer. After an almost embarrassing silence and several great swallowing out of the glasses, Yvonne then reported on her relationship.
She had been lined up for a good three years and described herself as happy. They had many common interests and still enough freedom for their own hobbies. Everything was also good in bed too. She said that it was more of a quantity to quality, but that also seemed normal for us all. Of course, they immediately asked how it would be at home. After all, we have been together for over ten years. I only said meaningfully that I can’t complain.
There was certainly a small valley, but since we got a little more experimental, everything has been more than good.
I had made a tactical mistake! My two girls beamed at me with big eyes and wanted a precise definition of “experimentation more”. They asked if after so many years you still really feel like one another. I could only answer that and said: “I want to bet that I already have a message from my husband, who is clearly slippery.
It is actually relied on when I am out in the evening “. I haven’t looked after yet, but it was always like that. I would almost be disappointed if it is not the case. A look at the display told me that I had received two messages. The former was a greeting to the girls and the wish for a nice evening. The second message was sent a little later with the indication that my husband was tired and will probably sleep on the sofa when I come home.
The final question was whether he should do it naked. To confirm my stories, I put my cell phone on the table. They read the two messages curiously. Since we talk about our sex life anyway, I didn’t find it particularly uncomfortable either. It was only a text message and besides, I was also proud of our marriage. Anja and Yvonne looked at and then raised the glasses on my husband and me.
That made me a little more proud, I also felt this light tingling deep inside me as before on the platform.
Anja wanted to know more: “How and now? You will then come home afterwards and he lies naked on the sofa?”. I nodded her during the next sip of Prosecco. But that didn’t seem to be enough as an answer because she continued to look at me questioningly. “Well, either he is still awake and waits naked on the sofa or he has already put himself in bed and also opted for the Adamsköstum.
When I come home, then I finish my way around in the bathroom and then crawling to him under the blanket or I just sit down on him on the sofa, ”I said explaining. “Or on him on the sofa” chuckle Yvonne. This time I had the grin on my face and it tingled again. Memories of such evenings and alcohol obviously worked well together.
“And what kind of experiments do you mean?“Wanted to know Anja again.
I told my tense listeners how we were on the way home in the evening In a parking space had taken a short break or that we now and that we come up with a little role -playing game from time to time. I did not go into detail and the waiter came to us at the right moment at the right moment. He wanted to point out that we could give up a last order and close the restaurant in thirty minutes. We were a little surprised about it, but when we looked at the clock we noticed that we had a lot of chatting.
So we ordered a herbal schnapps as an abscuor.
I wanted to use this as a distraction maneuver and change the topic, but Anja didn’t let go. She just couldn’t imagine that my husband would wait naked naked, even though I had left him alone with the children all evening. I thought to myself that it would be better that their relationship broke up when that is their experience with men.
Gifted from the good mood and alcohol I said: “Of course! And if I write to him that he should start, then he is sitting in full size “. The waiter was back at the table and brought the three pinnacles. Oops, he had noticed that?
His always the same smile doesn’t reveal anything, but it was basically noticeable. In any case, we started when he went. “I don’t believe you,” said Anja when we had calmed down and wanted to toast it for the last time that evening.
“Well my love, you will never find out, but I’m looking forward to at home,” I replied easily mockingly. “Yes, or we come with us and look through the window,” Feixte Yvonne. “Good idea,” said Anja, “and if you are right, then we take on your share for our girls weekend in autumn on the wellness farm. “Since we were all in a good mood, I lifted my glass and only said” Yes, is clear “.
We pushed and felt the herbs warm down our throats running down.
Paying was done Ratzfatz and I was going towards the train station. “You don’t have to write a message now that you will come right away and wait naked?“Asked Yvonne. With the words “Au yes, we write best” Anja had grabbed my cell phone out of her handbag.
Slowly I had the feeling that the situation slipped me. My approval during the toast was of course meant ironically, the two of them had to have noticed that.
The news was written in no time. I had to admit that the text could also come from me. So my husband would not notice anything and most likely sit on the sofa in all its glory. At least Anja had asked for exactly that. I couldn’t really take my friends home with me. The two girls giggled and painted the scene. In me there was a little struggle for conscience. Viewed purely soberly, I should now put an end to the hustle and bustle and put them on the next train.
But since I was anything but sober and made this tingling sensation again, I was looking for a reason why it was okay.
On one of our evenings, I certainly reported in great detail, so it would basically be just a visual confirmation of my descriptions. So if the two really only lurk through the window briefly, then nothing happens and my husband doesn’t even have to know.
Since we were already closer to the house than at the train station, I agreed to the madness. This time not ironic, but very consciously. I could hardly believe myself that I was “ok, but you just lurks through the window briefly, then I do the blind down completely and you don’t let yourself be caught”.
Anja and Yvonne giggled again and actually wanted to go through it. “Please promise me that you are quiet and then go straight to the train station,” I said when turning into our street.
I became more and more nervous. Standing in front of our house, we became very quiet. The quiet hope that the two would still turn over was destroyed by Yvonne: “Ok, the blind here is of course completely down, let’s sneak back and look into the living room from there. “The two now took the initiative and went quietly around the house. The blind was also completely down there.
Disappointment spread, not only with my companions, but strangely with me also with me.
I would have liked to have a little bit with my husband.
“Bet is bet, if you want to have financed your wellness weekend, then you have to take us in with us now,” grinned at Anja and was faster on my handbag again than me. Maybe she should try as a pickpocket. She fished my key and put it quietly in the door lock. “I’m now up to 3 and then I open the door when you haven’t said anything beforehand.
“Said this little beast, followed by” one “.
This sudden turn brought me out of the concept and my thoughts raced. I was about to go to our living room with my two best friends, where my husband probably puts on hand. “Two” it was Yvonne who put pressure on. I wanted to end the game, but was somehow fascinated by the performance. What should I do?
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What a beautiful evening! I got the kids to bed early.
My pizza was there on time for the kick-off of the CL semi-final and the sweet pizza labotin had also dressed up nicely. I got on how I looked at this young thing on the way back to the car on the crunchy hot pants. On the seductively shaky buttock. Delicious!
But that was the pizza too. At halftime there was a quick beer with some neighbors in front of the house on the street. In between, I put the mandatory greeting to my wife and friends by short message.
The game was entertaining and ended with a performance -based 2: 2. So the second leg promised a lot of tension.
Speaking of tension, when cleaning up the pizza box, I remembered this wonderful snack butt from earlier and in my pants it started to twitch a little. Maybe my wife will be in the mood afterwards and we could still get a little more. It wouldn’t be the first time. Quickly sent a SMS, where I offer myself as a sleeping sex object.
That would not be the first time if she used it to take advantage of it.
I can still remember it well when I really lay deeply sleeping in bed and became awake of how my wife gave me a wonderful one Blowjob Gifted. During the thought, the bump in my pants was greater again. I zapped a little through the programs and got stuck on a Pay TV station, where a busty brunette in the bikini rose from a pool.
I could hardly expect more than that on Beate-Uhse TV, but at least I wanted to see the bikini. As expected, it went quite quickly and the nice lady was sitting on the pool boy. At FSK 16 there were really no details to be seen, but the hopping silicone balls with their wild ride were enough to almost burst my pants.
My wife would certainly be a little still on the road, so I quickly reached into my pants and after just a few intensive hand movements my clap my sperm In several batches on the tiles.
The big pressure was gone, but now I wanted my wife to. After I wiped my little mess, the protagonist in the film had just gone to all fours and the pool boy got it nicely from behind. But I decided to switch because I now wanted a real woman and not in such a surgically exaggerated version from television.
So I continued to zap through the channels and got stuck on a talk show.
I have no idea when I was nodding, but the beeping of my cell phone shouted at me from a slight sleep. My wife had written: “Naked sounds good. But sleeping? Maybe I’ll catch you how you play around and then have to punish you. We start now “. I read the text twice, was suddenly awake and my pants also showed a decent bump again.
I quickly checked the kids again and also switched on the old baby monitor, which we sometimes used as an early warning system when we got down to business in the living room.
So the frame conditions fit. Now I just had to go naked on the sofa and wait. The anticipation made my heart beat a little faster and my best piece rocked slightly at the same time. I sat in the corner of our big sofas and spread my legs. So my sweetness had the perfect view of the living room door. I heard the key in the door lock and slowly began to stroke myself.
The living room door flew up and I was very surprised when Yvonne stumbled into the living room, followed by my quiet, swearing woman.
I grabbed one of the pillows and covered my lap with it. I looked at my wife without understanding, then Yvonne and finally Anja, who also entered the living room. It was she too, who said something first: “Great, I didn’t see anything because you pushed that way. That does not count. “A little discussion started between the ladies, which I ended quite abruptly:“ What exactly do you do here?”.
I was told by an absurd bet, the center of which I was.
I could hardly imagine that my wife had got involved. But she confirmed this with a slight nod. I got a short version of Yvonne and still couldn’t believe it. The evidence was clear. I finally sat naked on the sofa, only covered with a pillow and my wife was not far away from me with her friends.
“Well, after all we won” were my first astonished words.
“Not so quite” emphasized Anja, “I didn’t see anything and so I can’t accept it”. She at my brown eyes and I only looked at my wife for help. Apparently it was no longer entirely with senses or at least heavily stunned by alcohol and also hesitated Anja.
“Hear girls, I think it’s great that you had a great evening, but you have to end it without me now.
We still have Prosecco in the fridge. Like to serve you, but I’ll go to bed now, ”I said slightly acidified and wanted to get up. Yvonne was now again who took the initiative: “Wait, maybe we still have a chance to make the bet positive for you. I once read something about an interesting game and modified a little, that would certainly be exciting for you. ”
“Aha, and what’s that supposed to be?“I was still a little angry.
She grinned and explained: “You continue exactly where you just stopped. If you endured it for two minutes without climax, you will get a little break. Your reward is that we take off a piece of clothing. That certainly doesn’t make your next two minutes easier. “I looked at the three women in disbelief, especially my wife I looked deep into the eyes. The story takes away: All copies of rights are reserved.
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