My husband and I had already visited swinger clubs a couple of times, but we had never actually swapped partners with sexual intercourse. Oral sex and finger games with other partners were the only highlights we experienced there. Since we're both very fond of oral games, that wasn't a bad thing for us.
On one of our club visits, a couple told us about the opening of a new bar for frivolous going out in our city and that things are getting pretty hot there.
A short time later we decided to spend an evening there to get a picture for ourselves. Friendly people greeted us nicely at the entrance, as if we were regular guests. The atmosphere in the well-frequented bar was excellent. The age of the audience was very mixed. Obviously there was only a slight surplus of men. The beautiful interior with lots of cuddles , a long bar and a disco area was very inviting. There was also a huge separate room in which, among other things, a large bed was laid out on a plinth and a very large bed. Muted light and the mostly erotically dressed people created a sexy crackling atmosphere.
After our tour, we both sat at the bar with a Jackie-Cola in hand and watched the hustle and bustle excitedly. Everywhere you could see people smooching and fumbling. Here and there was also blown or licked and shagged. After a while I said to my husband that not much would happen if we continued to sit next to each other in love. That's probably why the other men don't really dare. My super cool outfit would attract the gentlemen like the light attracts moths, I was sure of that. My short red mini dress, plus the black hold-up stockings, the chic ankle boots and nothing more than my juicy ***** under the dress and my hot tight back door. My red-painted lips signaled the way to paradise for every tail. My fingers with the red painted fingernails promised everyone a highly erotic massage.
So my husband sat down a stool across the corner of the counter. Immediately a nice bearded man, in his mid-40s, crouched on the vacated space between my husband and me. He leaned over to me to look furtively into my neckline and whispered in my ear how cool I would look. My eyes fell on his silver boxer shorts in which a mighty part was emerging. I held back and let him whisper more compliments in my ear. His warm breath tickled my neck and excited me in a very pleasant way. My nipples rose straight up and between my legs it got hot and humid. He wanted to know if that was my husband next to him and if it would be ok if he got more active. Pleasant shivers of pleasure came over my body and made my body tremble. I just nodded slightly. He immediately began to nibble on my earlobe and his hands were now caressing my thighs. After a while, his right hand disappeared under my short dress. Real torrents of lust already flowed from mine***** but I still had my thighs closed.
I looked over at my husband and saw that a dark-haired woman about 40 years old was snuggling up to him. She wore the matching wedding ring that went with my bearded Whisperer on her hand. My husband blinked at me briefly and I opened my thighs wide for the bearded man's finger games. Oh he did very well. He carefully parted my labia and then slowly let a finger slide into me. When his finger stuck deep inside me, he lingered there for a moment before he began to ***** me like that . After a few bumps I noticed that there were now two fingers in my soaking wet *****slid in and out. Now my thumb ... I thought, and no sooner had I thought through my wish than I felt his thumb on my love pearl. He had fingered me to orgasm pretty quickly. My body spasmed, a tremor flowed through me and I pressed my thighs together so that he could not withdraw his hand. After a while, I took his happy hand and brought it to my mouth. Everyone could clearly see my love juice on their fingers. One after the other, I put each of his fingers in my mouth and licked it off with relish before I put his hand back under my skirt. My hands now started to free his cock from the shorts. Always careful not to disturb his finger games because they gave me a lot of pleasure and it should stay that way. I caught my breath when I exposed his cock. Despite my assumption, I had not expected such a mighty phallus and it had not even reached its full size!
At that moment another man came to stand behind me and began to massage my buttocks. Shortly afterwards he caressed my breasts again and again and gently twirled my buds by embracing me with both arms from behind. My hard buds quickly became clear again through the tight, thin fabric of my dress. Now he whispered asking if he could fuck me, I had the hottest ass he had ever seen and he would like to take me from behind. I had to smile a little because he had a sweet Italian accent. After pointing out my husband, he broke away from me and took three steps over to my husband. As I could see, he just got his cock blown by the dark-haired woman. Apparently she did it very well. The supposed Italian now exchanged a few words with my husband, who then looked over at me. With a nod I signaled to him that it was also my wish to be screwed by the Italian.
My hands had meanwhile made the big cock of the bearded man even bigger and harder with a two-handed affectionate ***** treatment . His bulging glans beckon me with a twitch. With my tongue I irritated her a little and could taste the first drop of his horniness. While I was gently massaging his balls I tried to estimate the size, but with units of measure and a sense of proportion I am not so. The comparison with my forearm, however, seemed to be proportionate to me.
The Italian suddenly lifted me off my stool, pondering in front of me. He got on his knees behind me, spread my legs, pushed my skirt up over my hips and began to pamper my wet Vötzchen and my Poröschen with his tongue. Before the bearded man could protest I leaned forward and let his huge cock slide bit by bit, as deep as it could into my mouth. There was hardly any room for my tongue now. Much more than his plump glans would not have had any space without it. My sucking and ****** n on his glans made him moan again and again. My tongue wandered up and down its shaft. This huge cock flicked up and down its entire length between my lips. My indulgent smacking was definitely to be heard in the whole room.
The Italian's extremely skillful tongue play also made me incredibly hot. My pelvis twitched from sheer lust back and forth when he licked me to the climax. The bearded man's cock slipped out of my mouth because I had to breathe so hard. To get my breath back I even had to interrupt my ***** n and ***** n on the bearded man's tail for a moment.
After a short break, the Italians proceeded to with two fingers my ***** to **** s . His fingers were wet and slippery from my ***** n juice . The thumb of his other hand, also easy to slide through my juice, ***** me deep into my bottom.
With a look to the side I saw my husband the wife of bearded in his mouth **** te . His cock slid hard and deep in and out of her sucking snout. Holding her head in his hands, he moaned loudly and pumped his cock milk into her mouth. She couldn't keep up with the swallow and so he ******* e her the rest of his load in the middle of her pretty face. Almost greedily, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked the last drops out of him.
I heard a crackling behind me, it was probably the packaging of a condom. I couldn't feel any fingers inside me, interrupted my tongue play on the bearded man's tail and looked back through my splayed legs. The Italian was just pulling a condom over his cock and shortly afterwards I felt how he gently but firmly pushed it into my boiling Vötzchen as far as it would go. His thrusts were slow but hard and I quickly took the big fat joy donor back into my mouth in front of me. With each of his thrusts, the bearded man's giver of joy disappeared deeper into my mouth. The Italian **** tenow faster, harder and deeper. The cock in my mouth was pushed deeper into my throat with each thrust. A hand of the Italian rubbed my love pearl but suddenly he pulled his cock out of my demanding ***** . Very carefully he now pressed his cock against my Poröschen and then pushed it centimeter by centimeter into the depth of my buttocks. I enjoyed his hand on my love pearl full of lust and waited for his thrusts. Very slowly he then pulled his cock out of my butt, but then immediately sank it again, this time vigorously until it stopped. This rhythm, this kind of ********to become, it was amazing madness. Every time I pushed my ass towards him with lust. But he topped this madness when he now changed my pleasure holes after a few thrusts, Po - ***** - Po - ***** - ... It came to me tremendously. Shivers of ecstasy flooded my body. My pelvis twitched wildly back and forth, but he held me like a vice, screwing me like a savage. Exactly at this moment, as planned timing, the bearded man held my head and pumped his giant empty deep in my mouth. From the corners of my mouth his cock cream flowed at my ***** endsHand down and dripped on the floor. Its giant was so deep in my mouth that I couldn't swallow at all. The Italian pulled back and rolled the condom off his joy donor. While I licked the beautiful cock of the bearded man he was ***** ing beside me. I was just able to turn my head to him because he shot me his warm cock milk in the face. I quickly grabbed his pointed tail and put my lips over him. With my mouth **** te and I sucked it empty and let me taste his every drop.
On one of our club visits, a couple told us about the opening of a new bar for frivolous going out in our city and that things are getting pretty hot there.
A short time later we decided to spend an evening there to get a picture for ourselves. Friendly people greeted us nicely at the entrance, as if we were regular guests. The atmosphere in the well-frequented bar was excellent. The age of the audience was very mixed. Obviously there was only a slight surplus of men. The beautiful interior with lots of cuddles , a long bar and a disco area was very inviting. There was also a huge separate room in which, among other things, a large bed was laid out on a plinth and a very large bed. Muted light and the mostly erotically dressed people created a sexy crackling atmosphere.
After our tour, we both sat at the bar with a Jackie-Cola in hand and watched the hustle and bustle excitedly. Everywhere you could see people smooching and fumbling. Here and there was also blown or licked and shagged. After a while I said to my husband that not much would happen if we continued to sit next to each other in love. That's probably why the other men don't really dare. My super cool outfit would attract the gentlemen like the light attracts moths, I was sure of that. My short red mini dress, plus the black hold-up stockings, the chic ankle boots and nothing more than my juicy ***** under the dress and my hot tight back door. My red-painted lips signaled the way to paradise for every tail. My fingers with the red painted fingernails promised everyone a highly erotic massage.
So my husband sat down a stool across the corner of the counter. Immediately a nice bearded man, in his mid-40s, crouched on the vacated space between my husband and me. He leaned over to me to look furtively into my neckline and whispered in my ear how cool I would look. My eyes fell on his silver boxer shorts in which a mighty part was emerging. I held back and let him whisper more compliments in my ear. His warm breath tickled my neck and excited me in a very pleasant way. My nipples rose straight up and between my legs it got hot and humid. He wanted to know if that was my husband next to him and if it would be ok if he got more active. Pleasant shivers of pleasure came over my body and made my body tremble. I just nodded slightly. He immediately began to nibble on my earlobe and his hands were now caressing my thighs. After a while, his right hand disappeared under my short dress. Real torrents of lust already flowed from mine***** but I still had my thighs closed.
I looked over at my husband and saw that a dark-haired woman about 40 years old was snuggling up to him. She wore the matching wedding ring that went with my bearded Whisperer on her hand. My husband blinked at me briefly and I opened my thighs wide for the bearded man's finger games. Oh he did very well. He carefully parted my labia and then slowly let a finger slide into me. When his finger stuck deep inside me, he lingered there for a moment before he began to ***** me like that . After a few bumps I noticed that there were now two fingers in my soaking wet *****slid in and out. Now my thumb ... I thought, and no sooner had I thought through my wish than I felt his thumb on my love pearl. He had fingered me to orgasm pretty quickly. My body spasmed, a tremor flowed through me and I pressed my thighs together so that he could not withdraw his hand. After a while, I took his happy hand and brought it to my mouth. Everyone could clearly see my love juice on their fingers. One after the other, I put each of his fingers in my mouth and licked it off with relish before I put his hand back under my skirt. My hands now started to free his cock from the shorts. Always careful not to disturb his finger games because they gave me a lot of pleasure and it should stay that way. I caught my breath when I exposed his cock. Despite my assumption, I had not expected such a mighty phallus and it had not even reached its full size!
At that moment another man came to stand behind me and began to massage my buttocks. Shortly afterwards he caressed my breasts again and again and gently twirled my buds by embracing me with both arms from behind. My hard buds quickly became clear again through the tight, thin fabric of my dress. Now he whispered asking if he could fuck me, I had the hottest ass he had ever seen and he would like to take me from behind. I had to smile a little because he had a sweet Italian accent. After pointing out my husband, he broke away from me and took three steps over to my husband. As I could see, he just got his cock blown by the dark-haired woman. Apparently she did it very well. The supposed Italian now exchanged a few words with my husband, who then looked over at me. With a nod I signaled to him that it was also my wish to be screwed by the Italian.
My hands had meanwhile made the big cock of the bearded man even bigger and harder with a two-handed affectionate ***** treatment . His bulging glans beckon me with a twitch. With my tongue I irritated her a little and could taste the first drop of his horniness. While I was gently massaging his balls I tried to estimate the size, but with units of measure and a sense of proportion I am not so. The comparison with my forearm, however, seemed to be proportionate to me.
The Italian suddenly lifted me off my stool, pondering in front of me. He got on his knees behind me, spread my legs, pushed my skirt up over my hips and began to pamper my wet Vötzchen and my Poröschen with his tongue. Before the bearded man could protest I leaned forward and let his huge cock slide bit by bit, as deep as it could into my mouth. There was hardly any room for my tongue now. Much more than his plump glans would not have had any space without it. My sucking and ****** n on his glans made him moan again and again. My tongue wandered up and down its shaft. This huge cock flicked up and down its entire length between my lips. My indulgent smacking was definitely to be heard in the whole room.
The Italian's extremely skillful tongue play also made me incredibly hot. My pelvis twitched from sheer lust back and forth when he licked me to the climax. The bearded man's cock slipped out of my mouth because I had to breathe so hard. To get my breath back I even had to interrupt my ***** n and ***** n on the bearded man's tail for a moment.
After a short break, the Italians proceeded to with two fingers my ***** to **** s . His fingers were wet and slippery from my ***** n juice . The thumb of his other hand, also easy to slide through my juice, ***** me deep into my bottom.
With a look to the side I saw my husband the wife of bearded in his mouth **** te . His cock slid hard and deep in and out of her sucking snout. Holding her head in his hands, he moaned loudly and pumped his cock milk into her mouth. She couldn't keep up with the swallow and so he ******* e her the rest of his load in the middle of her pretty face. Almost greedily, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked the last drops out of him.
I heard a crackling behind me, it was probably the packaging of a condom. I couldn't feel any fingers inside me, interrupted my tongue play on the bearded man's tail and looked back through my splayed legs. The Italian was just pulling a condom over his cock and shortly afterwards I felt how he gently but firmly pushed it into my boiling Vötzchen as far as it would go. His thrusts were slow but hard and I quickly took the big fat joy donor back into my mouth in front of me. With each of his thrusts, the bearded man's giver of joy disappeared deeper into my mouth. The Italian **** tenow faster, harder and deeper. The cock in my mouth was pushed deeper into my throat with each thrust. A hand of the Italian rubbed my love pearl but suddenly he pulled his cock out of my demanding ***** . Very carefully he now pressed his cock against my Poröschen and then pushed it centimeter by centimeter into the depth of my buttocks. I enjoyed his hand on my love pearl full of lust and waited for his thrusts. Very slowly he then pulled his cock out of my butt, but then immediately sank it again, this time vigorously until it stopped. This rhythm, this kind of ********to become, it was amazing madness. Every time I pushed my ass towards him with lust. But he topped this madness when he now changed my pleasure holes after a few thrusts, Po - ***** - Po - ***** - ... It came to me tremendously. Shivers of ecstasy flooded my body. My pelvis twitched wildly back and forth, but he held me like a vice, screwing me like a savage. Exactly at this moment, as planned timing, the bearded man held my head and pumped his giant empty deep in my mouth. From the corners of my mouth his cock cream flowed at my ***** endsHand down and dripped on the floor. Its giant was so deep in my mouth that I couldn't swallow at all. The Italian pulled back and rolled the condom off his joy donor. While I licked the beautiful cock of the bearded man he was ***** ing beside me. I was just able to turn my head to him because he shot me his warm cock milk in the face. I quickly grabbed his pointed tail and put my lips over him. With my mouth **** te and I sucked it empty and let me taste his every drop.
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