My husband and I got married very young. There was love, passion, children. Then the children grew up, left. We stayed together. Of course, the former passion has passed, love has remained, but... as a relative. My husband is a little older than me. Then I liked it, he took care of me like a baby. Now I understand that a man's sexuality disappears earlier. If in my youth I treated sex coolly, then with age the desires in me only flare up, but my husband could not fully satisfy them. It got worse when my wife's potency fell. I tried my best, my husband also tried to satisfy with cunnilingus and various toys, but everything was wrong. On the outskirts of consciousness, I dreamed of a young, elastic, large dick. Even at night I dreamed of naked men with a riser. I woke up with a wild desire, and then I couldn't sleep for a long time.
Once I registered on a dating site under someone else's name. Many men called me to themselves, promised to make me happy with sex, but none of them attracted me. Once a young man wrote to me, handsome, well-groomed. I was wary of his message. He said that he was interested in mature women and sent a photo of his dick. I got wildly excited and my hand ******* reached for the crotch. I looked at his dick and cummed violently. I really wanted to take it in my mouth and suck, lick this trunk. Oh! I wrote to a man, but I said I couldn't do it because I'm married. The guy replied that he would not mind if her husband was present at these caresses. I immediately stopped correspondence, but forgot to leave the site, but took up household chores.
A week later it was my birthday, I entered the most "berry" age. We didn't expect guests, we decided to celebrate it together, a romantic dinner. My husband congratulated me with a huge bouquet and said that he had prepared a special gift. The doorbell rang.
- Who can it be? - I ******* escaped, I wasn't in the mood to meet the guests, and everyone had already congratulated me.
- Honey, sit down, I'll open it myself, it's a surprise! - and he winked.
We have already cut a bottle of wine, I was positive and relaxed. The door opened, and a young man with a bouquet of scarlet roses, the one I corresponded with, entered the hall. My heart was pounded furiously.
My husband smiled and said:
- Meet Roman, my friend, and this is my wife Larisa or Lolochka.
I was confused, but Roman quickly calmed me down:
- I found out that it's your birthday and came to congratulate you, your husband doesn't mind.
With these words, he handed me a bouquet, a shiny box that I didn't even guess to unpack, and a bottle of expensive cognac. I'm not a fan of strong drinks, but out of excitement I decided to ******* this amber *******. The cognac turned out to be very soft and pleasant. The heat spread quickly over my body, I got ******* and couldn't think about anything but what was in Roman's pants. He moved closer to me and ran his hand between my legs. I looked at my husband. But he only smiled complacently and said:
- Relax, honey, today is your day!
The novel split me very quickly and also quickly undressed himself. When I looked towards my husband, I saw that he was also naked and rubbing his penis. Finally, Roman dropped his boxers and his tense phallus appeared in front of me. Oh! He was great: with a large head and swollen trunk veins. The man sat down in a chair, while his dick stood up vertically and swayed appealing.
- Come to me, Lolochka! - Roman called. - Do whatever you dreamed of.
As hypnotized, I knelt down and crawled to the chair without looking away from the desired dick. At first, I gently ran my fingers over the winding veins of the young trunk, very carefully pulled down the foreskin and exposed the shiny crimson head. Then I hugged my dick with my palm and inhaled the smell that caused me a wild, primitive desire. I felt my crotch swollen, the lower abdomen whined sweetly, and my vagina began to ooz. And then came the very moment that I dreamed of in hot dreams: I touched the wet head with my lips, ran my tongue around my neck, rubbed my bridle. I played with my tongue in all the depressions, then began to suck the head and gently caress the trunk with my palm.
At the edge of my eye, I saw that this picture excited my husband as well. He also knelt down right next to me and closely watched my caresses that I gave to the young male. Her husband's breath became intermittent, he rubbed his penis, which was also filled with *******, although he never gained its former elasticity.
And I got more and more excited. Thick moisture was already flowing out of me. I lowered my second hand down to my clitoris and began to caress it, bringing the moment of discharge closer. At the same time, I swallowed a young dick deeper and deeper. I wanted him to be as deep as possible in me. The large head had already reached my throat and then I felt a spasm of the laryngeal muscles. They hugged the penis tightly. I started moving. Roman moaned and took his dick out of my mouth. Immediately, the muscles of the vagina and perineum began to contract. Sweet languor reached its peak, I finished violently. The last thing I remembered was how a tight stream of sperm filled my face with breasts. My husband was also filled with sperm. A moment later, he also finished.
Only then my husband admitted how he accidentally opened our correspondence with Roman, read it and got wildly excited. He really wanted to see everything I wrote about. Then he sent Roman a message and invited him to us.
Once I registered on a dating site under someone else's name. Many men called me to themselves, promised to make me happy with sex, but none of them attracted me. Once a young man wrote to me, handsome, well-groomed. I was wary of his message. He said that he was interested in mature women and sent a photo of his dick. I got wildly excited and my hand ******* reached for the crotch. I looked at his dick and cummed violently. I really wanted to take it in my mouth and suck, lick this trunk. Oh! I wrote to a man, but I said I couldn't do it because I'm married. The guy replied that he would not mind if her husband was present at these caresses. I immediately stopped correspondence, but forgot to leave the site, but took up household chores.
A week later it was my birthday, I entered the most "berry" age. We didn't expect guests, we decided to celebrate it together, a romantic dinner. My husband congratulated me with a huge bouquet and said that he had prepared a special gift. The doorbell rang.
- Who can it be? - I ******* escaped, I wasn't in the mood to meet the guests, and everyone had already congratulated me.
- Honey, sit down, I'll open it myself, it's a surprise! - and he winked.
We have already cut a bottle of wine, I was positive and relaxed. The door opened, and a young man with a bouquet of scarlet roses, the one I corresponded with, entered the hall. My heart was pounded furiously.
My husband smiled and said:
- Meet Roman, my friend, and this is my wife Larisa or Lolochka.
I was confused, but Roman quickly calmed me down:
- I found out that it's your birthday and came to congratulate you, your husband doesn't mind.
With these words, he handed me a bouquet, a shiny box that I didn't even guess to unpack, and a bottle of expensive cognac. I'm not a fan of strong drinks, but out of excitement I decided to ******* this amber *******. The cognac turned out to be very soft and pleasant. The heat spread quickly over my body, I got ******* and couldn't think about anything but what was in Roman's pants. He moved closer to me and ran his hand between my legs. I looked at my husband. But he only smiled complacently and said:
- Relax, honey, today is your day!
The novel split me very quickly and also quickly undressed himself. When I looked towards my husband, I saw that he was also naked and rubbing his penis. Finally, Roman dropped his boxers and his tense phallus appeared in front of me. Oh! He was great: with a large head and swollen trunk veins. The man sat down in a chair, while his dick stood up vertically and swayed appealing.
- Come to me, Lolochka! - Roman called. - Do whatever you dreamed of.
As hypnotized, I knelt down and crawled to the chair without looking away from the desired dick. At first, I gently ran my fingers over the winding veins of the young trunk, very carefully pulled down the foreskin and exposed the shiny crimson head. Then I hugged my dick with my palm and inhaled the smell that caused me a wild, primitive desire. I felt my crotch swollen, the lower abdomen whined sweetly, and my vagina began to ooz. And then came the very moment that I dreamed of in hot dreams: I touched the wet head with my lips, ran my tongue around my neck, rubbed my bridle. I played with my tongue in all the depressions, then began to suck the head and gently caress the trunk with my palm.
At the edge of my eye, I saw that this picture excited my husband as well. He also knelt down right next to me and closely watched my caresses that I gave to the young male. Her husband's breath became intermittent, he rubbed his penis, which was also filled with *******, although he never gained its former elasticity.
And I got more and more excited. Thick moisture was already flowing out of me. I lowered my second hand down to my clitoris and began to caress it, bringing the moment of discharge closer. At the same time, I swallowed a young dick deeper and deeper. I wanted him to be as deep as possible in me. The large head had already reached my throat and then I felt a spasm of the laryngeal muscles. They hugged the penis tightly. I started moving. Roman moaned and took his dick out of my mouth. Immediately, the muscles of the vagina and perineum began to contract. Sweet languor reached its peak, I finished violently. The last thing I remembered was how a tight stream of sperm filled my face with breasts. My husband was also filled with sperm. A moment later, he also finished.
Only then my husband admitted how he accidentally opened our correspondence with Roman, read it and got wildly excited. He really wanted to see everything I wrote about. Then he sent Roman a message and invited him to us.
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