A second chance

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The episode with Jude Law (not the real eh, it's a nickname, cf note My meeting with Jude Law) had somewhat disappointed me. Some time later, he contacted us again for a new date.

Though always flattered to be courted by a handsome young man like him, I wondered. Did I really want to see him again? The young girl who slept in me did not ask so many questions, she no doubt wanted it. But the rational I am was not so sure of it.

I shared my doubts with Giacomo, he understood my point of view, but, indulgent to his male counterpart, he proposed to give him a second chance. After all, he was perhaps just very excited and did not know how to control his desire ... Dubitative, I decided to revisit an appointment but I nevertheless let Giacomo take care of everything. At least when you expect nothing, you can not be disappointed!

So my husband exchanged with Jude, mainly by sms, that I would only have the right to read after the evening.

My midinette side was delighted to see this handsome young man again, there was something light about the idea of ​​seeing him again. Perhaps still a vestige of college years not fully experienced.

In short, on D-Day, Giacomo begged me to stop working earlier than usual so that I could prepare myself serenely. According to him, I needed a "sluice" of decompression between work and trifle. He made me sink a good hot bath, foaming as I like.

Then I was about to make a first appointment: waxing, make-up. It's funny how I learned to like to put on makeup, I who only make up for the big occasions, and who saw this as a time constraint. I always thought that make-up was only meant to camouflage things, but since I received compliments, especially from women, my ego is flattered and I want to hear these compliments again. A little as if I had decided to accept and assume my femininity.

I choose my outfit carefully: naked under a small transparent dress with opaque bands and just my trench over it.

"Waoo," said my husband to me, and I felt myself grow wings. His eyes were filled with desire and pride.

For this appointment, we planned to meet him at the hotel. The last sms guide us to his room.

I confess that for a moment I felt "escort girl" when we arrived at the hotel parking lot. The fact of being almost naked under my trench left no doubt as to what was going to unfold. If I were to meet people, they would probably think the same thing ... Well, I decided to assume what I was going to do and that people could think what they wanted. Actually, they would like to be in place of my beautiful toy.

He opens us, smiling warmly. What is it beautiful? I feel like a teenager in front of the recreation playboy, except that I knew this time, it was me who was going to do it and not the others. Perhaps a little taste of revenge? Maybe.

We put ourselves at our ease: I breathe a big blow before removing my trench because I know the reaction that this little transparent dress causes. And it does not lack: it is very pleasantly surprised, and caresses me gently the back to show me that it likes my outfit ...

Giacomo used champagne, and I quickly felt drunk with alcohol. I relax a little more, and at the turn of a discussion on our September return, I sighed in spite of myself. It throws a little cold, but the beautiful Jude tries to put a point of humor by approaching me and mimicking a reporter coming to collect an interview. I think he did not expect things to go on so fast at that time ... or I'm naive.

By getting closer and mimicking a microphone, he touches my arm ... and everything flames. He kisses me languorously gently caressing my shoulders, arms, belly ...

For my part, I let myself go at this pleasure which is offered to me: I respond to his kiss, and also caresses his whole body. He moaned as my hands moved closer to his belt, as if waiting for nothing else. I pull up his sweater and he understands that he has to remove it. He also removes the stockings, and ends up naked, stretched out to my body.

I get up and come up against him. He said: "You are beautiful," kisses me, caresses my buttocks up my dress. He sits me on the bed and his cock faces me. I do not want to take it in the mouth right away. Then I stroke with my hand, make movements back and forth and I feel his cock harden a little more.

His groans encourage me, and he spreads my thighs to discover my deep femininity ... and already quite wet, which still raises one notch his excitement. He orders me to go on all fours to admire my camber and my rump, I execute myself. A mirror faces the bed, and he watches my intimacy, very excited. "What a nice ass!" He caresses my apricot, and no longer resists the urge to stuff his tongue.

It's the first time he licks me, and I think I really wanted to. He licks me with fervor, repeating to me: "she is good your pussy". His tongue and his words excite me more and more, I even feel my little bud harden ...

I only want one thing is that he take me there right away, but I also want to make this delicious moment last. So I encourage him for a little while: "It's good what you do me", "again, again", "you excite me ..." while groaning. Sometimes I think of the neighbors of the contiguous rooms that we heard about when we arrived, and tell me that they must not miss a crumb ... And then damn! It's too late, the machine is launched, and I want to enjoy it.

Too excited, I ended by saying to him: "fuck me." He loves those kinds of phrases because he asks me to repeat it, louder. I execute and add a layer "I want your cock in the bottom of my pussy", "come and put it to me."

He no longer holds onto it and grabs a hood. It is excited end and penetrates me in doggy style of a single push. Her sex is fine, and long, and I feel it burrow deep within me. Maybe even a little too much, it hurts a little so I advance to escape his blows, but he catches me firmly by the hips. It has the gift of exciting me, I try to relax but nothing to do, it is too long, so I finally lie down completely on my stomach.

He pulls me towards him and turns me on his back. I see in his eyes that he is very excited. It opens my thighs and penetrates me, it holds my legs, it gives fast and deep shots, it alternates the positions of my legs, it is too excited. I support his look, I groan, I'm excited, I speak to him ... My words will be right of his excitement "if you keep talking to me like that, I'll squirt." The time to say, he had actually enjoyed ...

He got hot and run in the shower. My ego is very flattered by what has just happened, I still do not return to make as much effect to men. But I'm a bit on my hunger, everything went so fast! The meeting lasted even shorter than the first! But hey, it was much better this time.

Then I say to Giacomo: "Second half? ". He replies, "If you can excite him again, yes, if you want."

He comes back, we reboot a little champagne. At one point he leans towards me and kisses me. I think I misunderstand his intentions, and ignites me again very quickly. He has no choice but to follow me, even if he has not had time to "recharge".

I cambered to present my rump, and invited him to return. He masturbates to be hardened, and catches another hood. It penetrates me, it is so good ... Despite the fact that it comes to enjoy, it ensures a good time by putting me good kicks. I take a lot of pleasure, but he ends up weakening, and retires.

He sits on the other bed, looking like someone who throws in the towel in spite of himself. I look at him, I do not want it to stop there. I think quickly, it's up to me to decide what to do next.

I withdraw my dress, and come against him. He caresses my thighs, and enters them gently. He caresses my intimacy very wet, and slips a finger. I'll faint ... He caresses my little lips, the slit, my finger, I cambre of pleasure and tightens the legs by reflex. He keeps them firmly apart, and little by little, he wraps his arms and legs around mine to "hinder me," he told me. It excites me, and it caresses me more and more assiduously ... Up to a point too sensitive where I end up saying "stop, stop, it is too sensitive". He softly calms his caresses, and releases me gently from his body.

"You said stop then I stopped." I never know how to go to enjoyment with another partner, even though I may not be far away. I am too accustomed to enjoy in a certain way and he has taken me to a land unknown to pleasure. I should have let him continue, but my bud had become too sensitive, it was irritating. We'll see next time.

This time, I'm the one running in the shower. Giacomo later informed me that Jude would say to her: "She is magnificent" during my absence. This will only add to my ego! We parted, embracing each other. I admit that I enjoyed these little kisses like a real midinette. What ? My husband being there, I was not doing anything wrong?

I walked away with a smile and a light heart. I do not regret giving him a second chance. This time, I had decided to express myself, and not to be a spectator of the pleasure of the other, and well taken.

Back home, Giacomo made me read the thread by sms. I understood that he had orchestrated everything, that he had pulled the strings so that my beautiful toy behaves as I wanted. In Jude's messages, I guessed a pronounced excitement that Giacomo had attenuated and channeled so I was not disappointed. I recognized in him an immense proof of love on his part. I remembered once again the chance of having such a husband.

We were excited and made love twice in the night ... Because it was necessary to finish the work started sooner! Giacomo has even enjoyed twice, as, these adventures renew our sexual arousal.