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At the end of March, we received our long-time friend, Leo, for a weekend. As a reminder, he is a sports coach. He uses an iPod to play music during his classes. Bad luck, his faithful walkman had dropped him a few days before and he couldn't synchronize all his music on the new iPod he had bought. Giacomo had therefore offered to come and spend the weekend to solve his problem.
He arrived Saturday night after his last coaching. This visit being a bit improvised, I had left the boys alone for the evening. Indeed, I had a long planned dance evening with the school where I am taking classes this year.
So I apologized for my absence, and as an adorable friend that he is, Leo enjoined me to enjoy my evening. He himself being a salsa dancer, he understood perfectly my desire to go and dance on a track. He had even made one the day before and offered to accompany me to the next evening.
Despite my desire to find him quickly, I returned late. Indeed, the evening starting with initiation classes, it really started very late but I could nevertheless take advantage of it to dance with new partners, thus allowing me to progress.
Back home, the boys were sinking into Morpheus' arms. I apologized again for my delay but they didn't blame me, having taken advantage of their evening between men to tell their lives. Two real chatterboxes, worse than girls!
I installed Leo comfortably in our office, in which we had arranged a small corner "guest room". He winked at me and said that, having gone to bed very late the night before, he was too tired to play that night, but that he would have a surprise for me the next day, and encouraged me to rest well that night. So many promises in that sentence full of innuendo!
Everyone went to sleep.
The next day, I woke up "cool. I am usually (too) disciplined but with Leo around and his nonchalance all West Indian, I wanted to take my time and not put myself under constraint.
So I was quietly making breakfast for the three of us. While Giacomo was taking his shower, I went to get croissants and good bread. I also cut fresh fruit to accompany a small bowl of muesli full of energy. I love this little moment in the morning, I even think it's my favourite meal of the day.
Our guest always sleeping soundly, I put his share in the fridge. I set us up on the terrace, to enjoy the first rays of spring. Enjoying breakfast to the sound of the first chirps and the first caresses of the sun: happiness really nests itself in the simplest things.
Leo woke up quietly around noon, with the transition to summer time. Knowing his allergy for the sun, I installed breakfast for him inside, especially since the zenithal rays are the most harmful to the skin.
I was checking up on him, keeping up with his latest adventures. Giacomo likes to repeat that we are both exotic and erotic delicacies, objects of many fantasies.
Leo knows his sex appeal and takes full advantage of it, without abusing it. He does not "fuck" on every occasion, he is not "starving to death". He knows he likes it and most girls want to eat him. What he likes most is the game of seduction, as many libertines do. Because as Clémenceau would say: "The best moment of love is when you go up the stairs."
After breakfast, I'd run into the shower. The boys took the opportunity to take care of Leo's iPod.
Continuing my desire to stay cool that day, I decided, when I got out of the shower, to stay naked and joined them "dressed" in the office. They were delighted by my entrance and Leo said to me:
"Stay in that outfit, that's fine."
He got up to go through his bag and handed me a small package. So he really had a surprise present, and I was delighted with the attention. After a little kiss of thanks, I unpacked his present. It was a very nice net outfit from the brand "Obsessive" that I particularly like. Given the very voluptuous shapes of the mannequin on the cover, I remained dubitative as for the rendering on my body.
"I'm sure it'll fit you," he says.
You really are a love", I answered him, because yes between us, his little nickname is "Love" (used by one of his conquests, we used it imitating him to tease him but it has remained ever since).
After studying the reverse side of the place, I put on the outfit with his help. Once ready, the boys whistled with admiration and asked me to turn around to examine me from every angle. They found the outfit so pretty that they invited me to look in the mirror. Indeed, the rendering was pretty good.
Giacomo handed me my pair of red-soled pumps: "With this, it'll be perfect."
So I put them on, and once I was perched, I heard their compliments on my arch and they also shared with me their nascent emotion.
Leo ran in the shower to be quickly operational. Giacomo took the opportunity to get his camera and take some pictures.
Tired, I sat down in the middle of our big bed. Adopting different poses, I played with my man's lens. Soon he released him to join me, lay down against me, and kissed me, letting his hands run through my body.
Leo came out of the bathroom, and joined us. He gently spread my thighs and laid sweet, light kisses on them. Preventive, I grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips. He smiled at me and appreciated the attention. I resumed the course of my kisses with Giacomo while Leo licked me with fervour and voluptuousness. Her languid caresses did not leave me insensitive, I closed my eyes to savour them and gradually rocked in a purely sensual and sensory universe.
I enjoyed every caress, every kiss, letting myself be carried away by every physical sensation. I totally let myself go with sighs and groans.
Her fingers now accompanied her tongue by making delicious back and forth between my lower lips. My excitement grew crescendo. Avid and expressive, my pelvis waved and came to meet her skillful fingers.
Giacomo left my mouth to kiss me on the neck. He went down a little more, pulled slightly on the lace and pulled out one of my nipples to lick it. With my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the care provided by my two men.
As I flew slowly towards Nirvana, our guest interrupted the rhythm and got up. This forced pause slightly upset me, but I quickly took my side and decided to return the favor. So I stepped up against him, momentarily leaving Giacomo who grabbed his camera to capture some images.
We kissed and stroked each other. Then I took his nipple between my lips, one of the areas I know to be the most erogenous in him, and the effect was not long in coming: this contact drove him mad. I chewed him gently, and alternated with gentle feedings. His moans testified to the effectiveness of my treatment.
Then I slipped her underwear and took her sex in my hand. Looking him straight in the eyes, greedy, I made the tip of my tongue play on his glans and his brake. He smiles. I approached to take it in my mouth and it rocked its head back, in a groan of happiness. My tongue swirled around her glans, then I swallowed as much as possible her limb in my mouth. The deeper I took it in my throat, the harder I felt it hardening. I alternated these round trips with small licks on his tip, and large lampées along his rod.
Meanwhile, while I was bent over to look after our host, Giacomo licked my slit. At times, he would go up one floor to lick my anus and gently press his thumb on my washer to soften it. As I was relaxed and excited enough, he slipped effortlessly into my narrow conduit and moved slowly back and forth.
Leo then gently lifted me up to kiss me.
"Lou... You always drive me crazy..."
Giacomo handed him a condom that our guest carefully unrolled over his sex. Naughty, I asked him what position he wanted to take in the first place. He left it to me to choose so I turned around and, on all fours, presented my rump. He enjoyed the view.
"What a camber! I love it!"
He lubricated his sex and rubbed his glans between my wet lips. He gently meddled between them, inside my vagina. This one welcomed him closely and warmly, which made the happiness of our accomplice.
"Hmmmm, I love it...," he said.
You are always welcome as you can see...
With pleasure..."
I felt him bump into the bottom of my intimacy, his balls against my butt. He let out a sigh. Me too. I wanted more.
It withdrew slowly, to invade me again, in all its length. I love the first penetrations, slow and languorous, for me they are the best. Like the first sip of cold beer it seems.
Feel my vagina open, relax and fill. Feeling female, desired, possessed and at the same time, feeling his power over the other sex, knowing that he is at our mercy. That his erection depends solely on us. An exquisite paradox between submission and domination...
Very languid at first, his comings and goings quickly became firmer and supported. Her hands grabbed my hips with vigour. He would bang against the bottom of my vagina and tear more and more sounding moans from me. I totally let myself go under his assaults, as well as the pleasure that invaded me. I was only physical sensations, I didn't think any more, I just wanted more and more.
He came back at a calmer pace, unwittingly telling me that the mustard was quickly coming up his nose. I am always surprised at the effect I can have on her despite our long years of sexual complicity.
He alternated a sustained and wild rhythm with moments of calm in order to make the pleasure last.
During this fantastic ride, Giacomo had positioned himself in front of me, and was enjoying the show by masturbating. As a true candaulist, he takes great pleasure in seeing me take and give pleasure to another. His erection could testify to this at that time.
After having savoured the delights of the first penetrations, I advanced towards my man to take him in mouth. He groaned with happiness under my tongues. Then I caught a glance between my two men: a starting signal.
Leo slightly slows down the pace. With his saliva, he lubricated his thumb and pressed it against my anus. I pushed to open the passage but his finger slipped through it without encountering resistance. He came and went in my narrow conduit, while his sex did the same on the other side.
He withdrew from my vagina, lubricated his glans again, generously, and with gel this time. He began to rub against my puck, then pressed gently. I pushed again, again to open the way, but this time her sex, inevitably bigger than her finger, met a slight resistance. I asked him to take it easy. He paused briefly and slowly withdrew. He came back to invade me, and I pushed again. It passed the "dam", causing a slight but exciting pain at the same time. I could feel her sex slipping and slipping inside me. Again I felt his balls against my buttocks, but this time he was in my other conduit... I was excited, and I think he was too.
"I put everything... Can you feel it?
- Oh that yes..."
He slipped in the opposite direction. I could feel the beneficial effects of the gel. He came back to fill me up again. I couldn't help but pet myself during her comings and goings, I was so excited. Our moans were intertwined. His movements became more lively, more supported, more savage. Each time he hit harder and harder and further away. Then he slows down to regain control.
During this truce, Giacomo slipped under my body. With Leo still in my anus, I was slowly impaling myself on my man. Little by little, my pussy swallows up my husband's sex. I was pierced from all sides, and it excited me terribly.
Leo initiated the dance and Giacomo cala to his rhythm. I felt both their sexes coming and going inside me, I was literally caught in a vice. Instinctively, I'll bend my buttocks more so they'll fill me up even more. Between them, they owned me entirely, one holding me by my waist, the other by my hips. All that was needed was a third for the picture to be complete.
My excitement became uncontrollable: I screamed, groaned, asked for more and more. Sensual, sexual, female, animal, I exulted, sometimes letting escape some too crude words. The latter got the better of my lovers, who exploded almost simultaneously in a rales of pleasure.
They came to their senses and ran successively in the shower, leaving me in my reverie, and especially on my hunger. Then they took care of me, and especially called my faithful assistant "Bibi" (my Womanizer) who finally released me from all the sexual tension accumulated on that Sunday afternoon. The rail I let slip impressed even our guest...
