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Thanks to my perfect body (humor, I have not always spoken like that, see Phototherapy) and especially my husband Giacomo who is a photographer of genius, we are very solicited on various social networks libertines.
In "normal" life, we are far from having prejudices and it is rare that we stop at appearances. But faced with so many requests, we have established some simple rules to pre-filter the queries of my suitors.
For example: no dick in profile picture, I find that there is nothing more unattractive. In my opinion, this first glimpse speaks volumes about the personality of the person behind the profile, and always in my opinion, it indicates a lack of finesse of mind, even if it should not lie , we all know why we are here.
No sms language either. The abbreviation insinuate me, even among non-libertines. I can not help transposing these shortcuts to their preliminaries, I imagine they must be of the same caliber.
We are also very sensitive to the quality of the photos and the poses adopted. Sometimes, selfies with the laundry lying behind us make us laugh but we will not go any further. Same for portraits without a smile.
Of course, these rules only bind my husband and me. There are certainly jewels that do not pass this filter.
That's what almost came to my last heart stroke. Indeed, his profile photo showed a dick in an ass. Really not my kind. Giacomo, who at the time was looking for a model well-membered man for duet photos, made an exception. He had talked a bit with him, and after seeing his private album convinced me to give him a chance. According to him, he was cool and rather cute even if I remained very dubious: he was not really my kind of man and I’m very selective!
He gave me his cell phone number and encouraged me to talk with him. Reluctant at first, I answered by the bare minimum, a little playful nevertheless. Curious to meet us, he was not in a hurry. "Not starving" according to his words. It fell well, given the evil to set a date.
During the weeks preceding our meeting, he regularly asked for news, and we teased each other nicely until we heat sometimes. Never pressing, always in a good mood, cool and funny, he managed to make me smile more than once. I was getting more and more at play, and it was good, I love to play.
And then came the meeting. He came on a Saturday night with a big smile, a bottle for my man in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other. I was very pleasantly surprised: it was much more charming in reality, like that, a smile that sublimates a person.
He was very tall, blond, bearded like a hipster, blue-green eyes to fall, and above all a playful and benevolent smile. We stared at each other with unmistakable pleasure. I think the first feeling was reciprocal and immediate.
For the occasion, I wore my little black dress with a bare back, very short, without panties but with a garter belt and I had opted for low seam. Pumps with red soles completed my outfit.
We sat down in the drawing-room around an appetizer prepared by myself. I sat beside him on the sofa, my man facing us in an armchair. The atmosphere was very relaxed, punctuated with humor. The feeling was confirmed throughout our discussions. I was under the spell.
With a look, my husband questioned me when our guest got up to go to the little corner. With a big smile, I assured her I wanted to go further. He whispered to me then to give the signal of departure.
On his return, I approached him significantly, fixing him with my most charming smile. He replied in the same way. I put my hand on her thigh and began to caress her gently. He simply put his hand on mine. His look told me he wanted to take his time.
Disconcerted by this reaction which was a first for me, I had to adapt to his rhythm. We kept chatting all three while our hands touched our thighs. I nevertheless decided to pass the top speed: I smiled unequivocally, approaching my face of his to kiss. This time it was he who was disconcerted, but he answered my kiss in a very appropriate way.
He quickly left my lips to kiss my neck ... I love, this area is particularly erogenous at home, as most girls I imagine. Then he went down to my cleavage and my breasts. He spread the cloth out of my dress, licked my nipples and bit them gently. He went down again, pulled up my robe and put his hands on my thighs to open them. He then discovered that I did not wear panties ... I think it made an impression on him.
Delicately, he placed some kisses on my mount of Venus ... on my clit ... on my lips wet and swollen with desire. He began to enjoy me gluttonously, licking me without restraint. I groaned at ease. His tongue turned around my little clit erected, and alternated in large swings with my lips. I loved these preliminaries that melted me.
He slipped a finger, then two into my dripping pussy, and started making a few back and forth as he continued to lick me. I lost my head and bowed more to invite his fingers to search me more deeply.
He then tilted my pelvis a little more back, and put his mouth on my anus before giving him the same treatment. He delighted in the same way. Surprise at first, I quickly enjoyed the benefits and let me totally go.
Meanwhile, my husband had joined us on the couch. He kissed me and caressed me while our guest was eating me. Quickly, I felt a bump in his pants, and began to unbuckle his belt.
They chose that moment to undress both of them. I also took advantage of it to steal my dress and stayed in garter belts and stockings.
We resumed our respective positions, lying on my back, sucking my husband on the side, licked and fingered by our host. My pelvis undulated under his caresses, coming to meet his fingers, while his other hand ran through my body. The time had simply suspended during these caresses very sensual and sexual ...
Giacomo took me out of my reverie to propose that I should take care of our guest, which I did with great pleasure. He sat down on the sofa. This time it was I who knelt down and spread his thighs. Placing my gaze in his, naughty, I approached my face of his sex to swallow it. I felt it swell instantly, and more when I slipped it deeper. My mouth came and went on this sex whose size exceeded all that I had known. My tongue played with his penis during the back and forth, sucking, licking at times.
Meanwhile my husband, who was as excited as ever, licked my anus before sliding a finger, then two. Even before I knew what was happening to me, I felt his cock press on my puck. Reflexively, I pushed open the passage, and slowly rushed inside to the guard ...
I let go of our guest temporarily, time to savor the first round trips, but this one quickly returned to take possession of my mouth, obviously very excited by this first anal penetration ... His penis was very hard, and a Hand on my hair, he tried to reach the bottom of my throat, on the other, he stroked my pussy and slid his fingers. So caught between these two men, I was mad with excitement.
Giacomo withdrew and proposed to our guest to "take his place." I climbed onto the couch, arched and offered my rump. He put on a "King Size" top, and rubbed his penis between my lips. I love this caress, it makes me literally melt with happiness.
