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“We should go out again,” said my wife with a slightly reproachful tone when we were sitting on our terrace in the sunshine on Saturday afternoon. “!“Indeed, we have been quite comfortable in recent years since the children were out of the house. It was more convenient and actually nice at home. When it got cooler, the book was folded in the evening and went a few meters behind the large window and read on or turned on the television.
In the past we had often and liked to go out, but as already mentioned, that was becoming fewer and fewer over the years.
“But sure, we should do something again,” I agreed with her and considered what to do. “Whether in the park cafe is still dance on Saturdays?”I asked my wife.
We hadn’t been in the parking cafe for a long time.
“I take a look at the districtman, there is always an advertisement from the park cafe,” my wife replied immediately. “Yes, here:“ Saturday Discotheque with Klaus ”is here, there should be something going on.“Even years ago, there was always something going on on Saturdays. Well, discotheque from “Middle Ages upwards” but “Music to touch”: cuddling with Roland Kaiser and so … There was a special clientele: older couples for dancing, hopeful, already mature wall flowers for “fishing”, quite a few spa guests with their spa shadows, as well as a whole number of singles looking for an ONS.
The latter, especially those of the male gender, mostly stood around the bar or on the walls and examined the “material”.
And the “material” there mostly had a good living with their income and showed quite a few clunkers, it had the deepest cleavage and – the most worn hanging tits. The concept was apparently running, because the neighboring Parkhotel still had a night porter in the reception, the double room with breakfast, but against prepayment until the dancing end of the parking cafe. Because in general, very few of these late room guests appeared for breakfast, since the trusted connection usually dissolved after an hour or two after lusty pleasure.
When thinking about the park cafe, it was slightly tingled in my pants.
“Yes, we go to the park cafe, let’s have a nice evening. I can you before pussy shave?” I asked.
“Au yes,” my wife said and jerked back and forth on the terrace chair, “let’s make a nice, cozy evening.“It was at least 2 hours until then.
I read the headings in my newspaper for a while but I could no longer concentrate on an intensive newspaper reading. Cozy evenings outside had always been a particularly horny thing with us, and my wife was already very excited internally.
The dinner on the terrace was calm but in a tense approach: everyone indulged in their own, secret expectations. When the dishes were cleared, I went into the bedroom and prepared the “hairdressing salon”: a bathing towel for bed, long -haired cutter, the can razor foam, new razor blade in the Shaver … I even thought of the reading cup of the hairdresser: next to the bedI had put a stack of porn poems.
When I was finished she already came into the bedroom naked and lay on the bath towel with wide legs.
I sucked in the wonderfully horny cunt fragrance, which flowed out of her triangle and could not avoid licking all the taste of her cunt.
She put the notebook that she had opened to look at it, aside and began to enjoy. When I drove the column with my tongue, she pulled her labia apart with her fingers so that she could enjoy even better. I licked the plump clit, but since she was trying to vibrate, I had to stop, otherwise everything would have been over too early.
My long-haired bartschneider went on strike. The battery was all again.
“Crap, right now,” I thought and got a scissors. It gently crunched when I rod the pubic mound with the scissors. Then I am one. When I distributed the foam with sensually circular movements, it woke up again.
Your column was round and firm.
“Krrt, Krrrrt …“Scratch the blade over the pubic hill and put the plump and lustful gaping cunt. I scraped until the lips and the entire surroundings and soft soft were smooth, as always I left a small, trimmed hair bush above the column, because such a “hairstyle” she had chosen in a porn po.
How I would like to have licked it again, but the shaving foam and the remains of hair in my mouth would have spoiled me all evening again.
First you then I went we shower. When I came out of the shower she was already dressed in front of the mirror and combed. She had put on a black skirt and glittered an almost skin -colored mesh sweater of whose buoyancy lurex threads glittered.
But including, oh what joy and mine tail cheered with a slight twitch, she had the black bra on. She had really buckled up her otherwise usual -hand -handed breasts, whose dark places now shimmered impressively through the network pinch and tried to pie the bare nipples through the stitches.
“I’m nice,” she asked. I looked over to her. She had turned around and raised the skirt.
Below it was just a straps belt and stockings and presented me her now bare, almost virgin-snow-white shame. Her column gaps greedily, but maybe it was also because she was already a little worn out: we were both no longer the youngest.
“You are not just beautiful, but nice and horny. At first glance you can see that I have a enviable horny woman.”” I am too late for the park cafe?“She asked a little worried now.
“You will protrude from everyone and be a stale center. But the materials viewers will have to hold back.
After all, I’m still there too.“Apparently she came to concern her now, and I tried to dispel her.
She continued to comb and got into a slight wide pants and an open shirt. In view of her presentation, I also completely waived the underwear.
We had to go to the park cafe for 20 minutes, it is located in one of our neighboring towns.
When we had reached it, there was a table lamp in the window of a house right behind the entrance sign, in which a red light bulb burned.
“Stop,” she said, “I’m interested.”” Oh, that’s a puff, “I said,” you have never The classified ad Seen in the district of the district: “Jana with her three friends spoil you! High Landstrasse 86, daily from 8 p.m. to??“I got slower and stopped.
“Of course, but I’m still interested in that. And especially today!”” What, “I thought,” my wife wants to go into a puff? And about with me?”” Come on, we’ll go there if it is nothing, we can still go to the park cafe.“She looked at me and waited for a reaction from me. Yes, should you miss the opportunity to be forced into a puff, as it were?”Well,” I said, and probably made a dattery face.
We got out and took the few steps back to this house. The windows were close to red curtains, only the lonely table lamp shone bright red.
With soft knees Whether my behavior smirking woman in the back, I pressed a bell button on the front door. The door slapper whirrow and I pressed the door open. We entered and had to get used to the darkness in the inside.
A slue lamp showed us a path straight into the house where there was a large, pink -lit room on the right. In the past, the little vegetable shop of the Lehmanns was in it, I knew it. The size of the shop had apparently not changed.
Where the old Lehmann used to be behind its large inclination scale, a bar lined with red plush was now set up, in which dozens of bare glasses glittered and a whole range of bottles of high -proof drinks were representative. There was also a small television where Thomas Gottschalk in particular moved over his usual half an hour of broadcasting time.
When we entered, they immediately turned the view to us.
Behind the bar there was an older, almost perfectly tapped woman with an enormous tits stem. Her dress, which was more like a dark blue tent tarpaulin, fell vertically from this stem and did not allow any conclusions about any contours of her figure.
On two of the five stools standing in front of the bar counter were two light -dressed girls who had to have exceeded the girl’s age, and looked at the television bored.
One, with short, blond hair, sat there in a courageous courtyard, and the other, equipped with much slim figure, had a much too large bra in which two ceremonial tits slacken. In the bottom of both, a large, sloppy panties and suspenders and stockings added their equipment.
The further furniture of this bar room consisted of two black and a red leather sofa as well as some very lavish, wide leather armchairs. One of them was near the bar.
At the back, – or better at the front – on the now densely hidden former shop window of the shop, a man was already in a dim corner.
Next to this there was another woman, about the same age as the two in front of the bar, but they were there with bare breasts. I immediately caught your eye, which I am a lover of such manifestations. Both looked over to us when we chose one of the black leather sofas and sat down there. When we were sitting, she turned back to the man next to him, stretched his bare breasts and let her grab himself.
Shortly thereafter, the one with the courtyard stood at our table and asked what we wanted to drink.
I asked about the price of two Bacardi-Cola and ordered it despite the rather steep price. When she put the ordered drinks on the table, she leaned far forward and offered us a frivolous insight into her tits. I hoped that her breasts would slip out of the bra shell.
“If you also give me one, then I sat down a little to you,” she said.
I looked at my wife, who was now imperceptibly nodding.
“Well,” I said, “get a Bacardi-Cola.“When she disappeared flight, my wife whispered quietly to me:“ Because of you, I want to have something of it in any case.“When she came back I instructed the place next to my wife, so that my trusted now between my hooker and was sitting me.
The hooker turned to my wife: “You have nice tits,” she said. And: “Do you want to see mine?“In doing so, she got her, still quite looking at the top of the courtyard and let them hang out freely above the bra.
“You can also touch her,” she encouraged my wife and stretched her breasts towards her, “costs nothing extra, you have a women’s bonus with me.“My wife hugged the chest that was so undisguised.
“You can touch them more firmly, even pinch the nipples tenderly. Just as you always do it yourself. I like that too.“My wife grabbed the way too.
“Yes, it is nice! It is nice to be beaten by a woman. Women do that much more tender than the guys here.“And indeed, their nipples straightened up.
“Your nipples will also be very firm.”Said the hooker.
“Cold that cannot be in it here. Show Malher!“So she took my wife to the nipples over the net sweater, who now tried to push through the too narrow stitches.
“Take off, and let’s see,” she asked my wife now. – I felt her shame when she brushed the sweater over her head and immediately tried to hide her now completely bare breasts with my hands.
“Now don’t have you like that,” said the hooker, “I play a little bit on you and you can play around me.“My wife looked over at me and I nodded back her back. After all, we were in a puff.
“However, this is an extra for twenty euros,” the hooker remarked.
“Here are seventy euros,” I said, reaching into my pocket and leafing off the notes on the table, “for both of us, …
And until the end!!!”” Eighty “the hooker acted up.
“Seventy -five, or we go!”I said resolutely.
She grumbled, but then she nodded the woman behind the counter, who was apparently the puff mother. It immediately came and took the money off the table and wore it behind the counter.
The hooker turned to my wife’s breasts and I opened my pants to finally get my immense stand outside. The slow Jerk off Over his entire length was wonderful.
My wife next door had now overcome her last shame and was now groping tenderly. She now gave herself all of her lustful feelings.
“Oh, you are prepared!“I heard the hooker say.
She had her hand under my wife’s skirt and apparently discovered her nudity there. “And bare so tender..“Cheered her enthusiastically.
The hooker diagonally opposite in the other corner was now on the guest and rode him. The long, apparently very worn hanging tits flabbled and slipped. They rocked in front of his face and he caught her with his hand to go to their nipples suck.
The hooker did not decrease and slipped up and down unexpectedly on his stand.
My wife was sitting next to me with completely open skirt. She had put her feet wide apart on the seat and the thighs very far. That was also your preferred position at home in the living room. So she felt the most intense, she once explained to me.
The hooker played in her column, rubbed her clit with gently circular movements.
“A woman can be more sensitive than me,” I thought with myself, and slowly rubbed my cock up and down while watching. I was horny to burst.
My wife next to me had closed her eyes, was almost lifting.
“Come on my pussy,” whispered the hooker.
My wife was no longer able to emerge. She just felt that it was apparently just pussy, – horny pussy!The hooker slipped off the upholstery, pulled the table aside behind him and stood as a dog between her thighs. At the back she stretched up her wide butt, over which the slot of a slip OU-Vert opened.
This hooker was even ready to fuck. When I saw her tongue slid through my wife’s horny gap, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I left my pants completely and also took off my shirt.
Then I went behind my hooker and was about to put on her tasty cunt when she turned around.
“We are all health -conscious here,” she said, and suddenly had a condom in his hand. Flight she tore it up and grazed the coat over me.
How long had I hadn’t fucked with something like that! Not even at the company party with Irene or the business trips with Marlies … Or not the two shadows four years ago, who were jealous of each other until we were on the horny together three united.
My little friend reacted slightly and lost some of his rigidity. But in view of the ready -to -grill lust grotto in front of me, he quickly balanced these deficits and I rammed my pleasure into the slippery grotto.
I fucked what the stuff was, my wife roared in the highest feelings. Now she had to come right away.
When it burst out of her and the hooker still licked her tremendous lap constantly, it gave me the rest: I fucked my hooker, which my cock gave, she rammed deep and firm.
Finally I sprayed tremendously with a huge orgasm My fuck juice in the Nuttedie hooker had noticed that we were done.
She loosened her face from my wife’s cunt and turned to me.
Now the puff-professional service appeared: she cleverly pulled the wet dripping rubber envelope with the wobbly fuck sauce from my cock and disposed of it in one of the small containers with the inscription “For table waste”. Aha, – that’s why these practical things stood here everywhere.
I rose and sat down next to my wife, still naked. I hadn’t dressed anymore, pants and shirt were scattered on the sofa.
I hugged her and took her tenderly into her tits.
We looked around again in the room. The hooker, who had just served us so committed, sat on her bar stool again and stated without a word in the credits of today’s messages.
Next to it, the other, who had ridden the guest in the back of the corner and cremte from a large cream pot, unabashed her really immense long hanging tits.
“There is no longer any tightly bra,” my wife blasphemed to me while we were sliding over.
“Maybe it’s something like tension lacquer,” I joked back, although I am always very fascinated by such ordinary hanging tits and find extremely horny.
After she had put on her breasts and gracefully creamed Walkend, she lifted everything at an aesthetic height, stowed it in a bra and had the front closure discontinued. Some skillful movements with the thumb among the strong straps who had to hold all of this, and the packaging was correct again.
The guest in the back in the dark in the corner was still sitting there. He had his fucked cock between his fingers, apparently he discreetly tried to wank him again.
“You, the thing pinpate it,” said my wife, leaned something to achieve the closure, and took off the lifting. Then and pulled her down the now totally crumpled skirt and now only sat in the stockings and suspenders.
The third hooker, which had apparently been sitting motionless at the bar all the time, was now behind the bar and quickly emptied a half -empty glass.
Then she came out behind the counter and turned into a floor lamp next to the red armchair directly opposite us, next to the bar. Was immediately the armchair And you too flooded by a subtle, pink light light. She picked up the bra and grazed it. Then she took herself into the tits and rolled them up.
After a while she sat on the armchair and spread her thighs. At first she rubbed her triangle over the panties, but finally she pulled it out, pulled out her labia with her fingers and showed her cunt in the round. Then she slid through the shiny column with her fingers and fucked herself with her finger in between.
We sat directly opposite her. It was like wanting to show us how deep and horny her fuck hole was.
Again and again the labia made wide apart, sensually had his fingers in the column, stroked and fucked himself.
My wife had been encouraged by it. She also had her fingers in the column and was already petted as she stared at her hooker.
I also had my cock in my hand again. Slowly jerked me in front of us given the horny show. The show lady in front of us rubbed even more eye -catching and my wife obviously made it more intense.
It built up in her …, She rubbed more emphatically … faster.. And finally, another orgasm over it resulted in.
The show hooker was now also possible. But while my wife was still stirring in her exhausting orgasm waves, the show lady was already up.
Either she had recovered faster than my wife, or, and I rather believe that she had shown us something. In any case, shortly afterwards she was already on her bar stool and was a cigarette. – but no matter, my wife had had fun.
When my wife’s breath had calmed down again, she leaned over to me and began to jerk off my cock.
“Can I do this? For just a little tip …,“Came the hooker, who had served us earlier again and crouched between my thighs. My wife rummaged in her small bag, threw a five-euro note on the table: “Here is a tip here!“And left her the terrain.
Now she watched an interest in how I was being edited while she started playing itself. It apparently horny that and how I was spoiled by the hooker. And the hooker could not only handle her cunt well, she also in the truest sense of the word her “hand” work!”How far are you?”She asked my wife.
“I think it’s me right away,” my wife japied and rubbed her clit as obsessed with. “Yeah, …; “” She groaned stretched and the hooker also let me come with a few skilled handles.
“Now you even had it together,” she whispered to my wife, and stroked her with a tender finger through her wet column.
We were sitting exhausted in the upholstery.
The guest in the corner looked over to us with wide, glassy eyes and still jerked himself.
“Whether it will be ready again today?“My wife whispered to me.
We drank our Bacardi very slowly, and kept falling to the wanker in the corner.
He soon jerked himself up for half an hour, apparently only with very moderate success.
“It won’t be anymore,” my wife whispered to me, “I really would have liked to have watched live while fucking.”” He fucked with the one earlier, “I said, pointing to the hooker with the long hanging tits at the bar.
“Yes, but I was too busy myself. I wanted to take a closer look.“We collected our things and put on again.
We went.
“Have fun and still fucks nice,” called the old one behind the counter as we passed to her.
There was still mild summer night outside, and in the park cafe the bear was still quilling even now. And certainly there were already a few cunts and some pipes no longer fitted in their pants. “Do we still want …?”I asked my loved one.
“I think we shouldn’t overuse it.
We can catch up with that another time. I’m really fixed for today!“She beamed at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss. In doing so, she rubbed her body comfortably on me.
We got into the car and drove home.
“Ui, I am all,” my wife snorted when she was lying next to me in bed.
At night I had wild dreams. My wife led me past an endless series of blank -shaved, willingly gaping cunts.
In doing so, she had my cock in her hand and put it in each of these pussies one after the other. And I had to fuck them all, I couldn’t even.
I wake up with steel -harden, painful stand. And despite the pain I was immensely awesome.
She snored quietly next to me.
“Should I wake them up and fuck them?“I drove through my head. But then I decided to help you self and jerked it myself down.
The orgasm shook me, my loins twitch, but the bedding was hardly wet left.
I was totally injected empty.
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