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Tatjana stood on the worktop in the kitchen and was busy with something intensely. I watched her for a long time and found that I still liked it as on the first day. Their movements let the light summer skirt swing, the sun tanned Legs Put in sandals and the thin blouse let her bare back shimmer through. I stepped behind Tatjana and included her body.
Since my loved one had never needed a bra, I felt the warmth and softness of her breasts through the blouse.
I know that Tatjana doesn’t like it particularly to be disturbed by me, but I also know that she knows that I love it. She promptly got their objection: Marco, leave that!So I opened my hug and stroked Tatjana’s bottom, which I felt clearly through the skirt. I immediately missed the contours of a panties.
I wanted to do it more precisely and raised the skirt. At first I thought my wife, as often on warm days, had nothing to do with it.
But then I saw that she was wearing one of her tangaslips that left her buttocks free.
I kneaded the solid meat tender, so I got a pat on my fingers. Still not discouraged, I dealt with the blouse again. I looked for my buttons, opened two and my fingers penetrated under the fabric to Tatjana’s naked breasts. I reached the nipple, which immediately and stiff, while I pulled the fabric to the side with the other hand and exposed my caress chest.
Marco, not here.
You see in! However, she was not wrong with that. Since the light was on in the kitchen, you would also be able to see from the house with the naked eye what happened here.
Then we go into the living room, I suggested. Tatjana, who had no idea of my further project, let me lead to the other room. There we kissed and I opened the remaining buttons of the blouse, which Tatjana willingly let off his shoulders.
I raised her skirt again and dealt with my mere buttocks. My fingers felt under the narrow ligaments of their tangas, hooked and pulled the tiny down. Tatjana climbed out of the panties after getting rid of the sandals. Now she was wearing nothing more than the light summer skirt.
I had already made some preparations beforehand and therefore only needed to go to the closet to conjure up unclear utensils.
The first thing I needed was the cord of her bathrobe. Tatjana already knew this game and was therefore in no way surprised when I told her that I now her hands tie up would. She willingly kept my wrists and watched me together as I laced her tightly that a liberation was no longer possible.
Next I brought a broomstick and two more cords. I let Tatjana spread apart to the ends of the broomstick and tied them on it.
So she was no longer able to close her thighs and thus deny access to her lust gate.
What are you going to do, Marco? she asked with a slightly amused smile. I still left her in the uncertain. You never come to that, darling.
Finally I took the long end of her handcuff and attached it to a hook that I had already screwed into the ceiling beforehand. Tatjana’s arms were now stretched upwards.
Now she was no longer able to move. To complete my work, I took out a dark silk scarf and Tatjana combined my eyes. From now on she was completely at the mercy of me and my plans.
I looked at my wife for a while in her defenselessness and checked again whether she could really see, move or even free anything.
And now? she asked, still unsuspecting. And now, my little one ..
I took a second break. Now I have a surprise for you.
Tatjana: Marco had tied me up several times and then stroked or loved. I particularly like our bondage games when I am completely helpless and desired Marcos, I cannot defend myself if he uses me and my body to be in your mood. This time I was particularly unable to move.
Not only that my hands were unable to defend my thighs – this time I also have the darkness caused by the blindfold. With the best will in the world, I couldn’t imagine what Marco was planning.
When I asked: and now? He replied after a meaningful break: I have a surprise for you.
Again he waited for a while before speaking: it did not arise from a sudden mood that you are now half -naked and tied up here. I’ve planned that for a long time. A man is waiting in front of our door who can now see you and touch you.
I’ll watch. You won’t know anything about the man. You will not know if you know him or whether he is strange to you. He will not speak and nothing else will be revealed by anything else.
I’m getting the guest now.
I didn’t want to believe what I heard there. Tied up, provoking the bare breasts because of the upset arms, spreading legs, spreading under my skirt, I would face someone other than my husband – I thought I would have to pass with shame.
I didn’t know what thought seemed worse: to be presented in front of a stranger or in front of a friend. I listened to what I could see when I was greeted, but the hectic pulses of the blood in my head seemed so loud that I didn’t get any result.
I heard Marco opened the door and said: Good evening, everything is prepared. Nothing I could conclude from whether it was a good friend or a stranger.
Noises on the cloakroom were caused, probably a jacket hung up, while whispering quietly.
I was boiling at the idea of what I had to offer for a shameless sight. Marco and the guest were apparently already on the living room door when my husband warned him again: So, don’t forget, don’t speak a word!Apparently the visitor nodded his approval, because Marco said: Well, I’m sitting on now the couch. Enjoy yourself!I heard Marco sat loud and soon felt how the stranger slowly approached me. I smelled a perfume unknown to me, no, it had to be a razor.
A hand grabbed my breast.
A foreign hand! I groaned. Another man had never touched my chest except Marco. I felt that he was wearing a ring. I was still terrifying, but I also felt that my nipples were stiff.
What would happen if he discovered the nudity under my skirt?For the time being, however, the stranger still dealt with my upper body, played around my breasts and plucked on the nipples, which stiffened even more. Then, as I feared and yet expected, he grabbed my skirt without any warning and was immediately at the goal of his erotic wishes due to my exposed position.
Apparently he was not surprised not to find a panties under the skirt, probably even expected that I was naked underneath.
My thighs trembled, tried to close, to keep my unprotected shame from the pressing hand. I turned in my bonds, but I couldn’t prevent a finger from finding the way between my labia and without herself around my moaned oh, no, no! to take care of, deeply immersed.
Over time, my shameful anxiety faded and made space for growing excitement. The finger was evaded and was led under my nose. It would not have been necessary. I also knew that my gender was damp.
The skirt was pulled up and stuffed into the waistband.
Now my abdomen was also uncovered, I was completely naked when you sucked out of the fabric ring around meinaille. The man walked around me, my breasts clasped from behind and kneaded her. He pressed himself on my back. He seemed to wear a sweatshirt with long sleeves because I felt the wool fabric on my skin.
A hand stroked my stomach and scratched my pubic hair. It came to my mind that Marco was watching and sure how my excitement increased, even if he did not comment on it. But I could and did not want to keep my lust in check.
The unknown now dealt with the deeper regions again. He pulled my buttocks apart, stroked through the furrow up to the labia, shared, played with the clitoris.
Slowly he moved back to my front, licked and sucked on my nipples and rubbed my column. His tongue pulled her wet track over my breasts, down his stomach, paused a little on the navel and then found my gender over the ravish. The labia was tenderly pulled apart to enable the fleshy intruder to dive a deep immersion.
I remembered a book in which ritual practices of native described became. Among other things, how to prepare young girls for their later role as a woman.
They were captivated on trees and the women of the tribe pulled and rubbed the girl’s labia so that they knew how to deal with the feelings with their future lovers. Back then, reading this report had excited me so that I immediately masturbated.
Now I was in a similar location as these natives girls and was able to empathize their feelings, only that the tongue on my clitoris on my clitoris was reinforced.
My bonds hardly allowed a movement and so I lifted inside, groaned, gasped. In between, the thought of Marco shot through my head again, who was probably incredibly hastily having to watch my ecstasy, even if he was no longer noticeable.
The tongue moved up again, slowly on my stomach, drilled into my navel and finally conquered my breasts. For this, two fingers found their way into the wet grotto.
On my thighs I felt his erect link through the man’s pants. How I would have liked to touch it! I almost frightened myself in front of myself, I was so greedy to hold this masculine in hands. Instead, I was further penetrated by the fingers.
After a number of bumps, they removed from me again and I felt their wet on my lips, breathed the aroma of mine pussy a. I should taste the product of my pleasure.
It probably makes many men horny when a woman licks her cunt juice off her fingers, because Marco often demands from me to clean my fingers with whom I masturbated with my tongue.
I know the taste of my lust as well as that of Marcos sperm. I love the aroma of both and I would therefore lick my fingers at any time if it were my husband. But with a stranger? I was not ready to do it.
I was grabbed my long hair and my head slowly but vigorously pulled backwards. This torture elicited a deep moan to me, when my fingers had already penetrated into my oral cavity.
I was surprised myself with which willingness I immediately circled her with my tongue.
I really rejected that seconds ago? My lips surrounded the intruders so that I don’t miss the tiny of the experience.
At the same time, the fingers of the other hand, which my hair had let go, rummaged into the heated meat of my vagina.
I was about to pass with pleasure. My knees wanted to give in and only the bonds made sure that I stopped, although my brain could not decide whether it should interpret the signals from my arms as pain or lust. A few irritation to the clitoris dropped the last barriers in me and with blissful violence the orgasm rolled over me.
I hooked in the cord that was still holding me. The man’s hands helped me on my feet and stroked my skin for a few more minutes.
When I finally caught myself again and my breath calmed down, he let off from me and went to Marco. I heard quietly whisper, but I couldn’t understand a word.
Marco said in a normal loud voice: But please very much, it was visible to all of us an extraordinary pleasure. Not true, my darling? Truthfully I replied: Oh, yes.
Our guest is going now. I bring him to the door and then come back to you, darling.
I heard from the cloakroom whispering and noise that let a jacket or the like suggested, then the door fell into the castle.
Marco came back into the room, first loosened my ankle cuffs, then the blindfold and finally freed my arms. He kissed me, pulled out my crumpled skirt, picked me up and put me on the floor. In a few simple steps, he got rid of his pants, his tough limb was quick. He penetrated me without any other circumstances.
We loved each other until the late night and I came to the climax twice.
Completely exhausted we fell asleep.
Marco: naked, unable to move whether the bonds, exhausted and completely dissolved, I left Tatjana back in the living room.
I went to the cloakroom, whispered some nonsense, pulled out my sweatshirt and my shirt back on.
I took the ring off the finger and put it in the jacket pocket, where there was a small bottle of shaving water. A brand that I never used and got me especially for this company. A few splashes of it on the sweatshirt were enough to deceive my wife, as well as the ring, Since I never wore a.
Once again a quiet whisper, open the apartment door, close again and the ’guest’ had gone.
Back in the living room I freed Tatjana from her bonds, pulled out the skirt mutated into a fabric ring and put her on the floor, now completely naked. Finally I was able to release my hard member from his prison and offer him a better environment than the rough fabric of my jeans. No prime was necessary, Tatjana was damp as rare. I immediately penetrated her deep into her.
Only when we had practiced every conceivable nature of the pleasure and the strength for other orgasms was missing, did we let go of each other.
We went naked and narrowing without have a shower to bed and soon fell asleep exhausted.
Only weeks later I stood Tatjana that this ’guest never existed…
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