We first saw them on St. Valentine's Day, at a corporate party where everyone knew each other. They came to visit our friends from a small, same as our provincial town.
They are a cute couple just over 30 years old, Larisa and Andrey. I drew attention to them during the competition, where it was necessary to kiss the ears, it was especially bright and sensual for them.
At some point of the competition, he picked her up, he clasped him with his legs, the heels of her black suede boots dug into his slender strong hips, and together they merged into the beat of the music in a long sweet kiss. It was very exciting. The bracelet, with sparkling pebbles dangling at the ankle of her right boot, glittered mysteriously in the rays of spotlights, blond hair scattered on the back, and Andrei's strong hands tightened elastic hips, strained under the skin of her skirt. Then they changed their posture, Andrew put his ear to her chest, she bent deep back, straw hair flowed cascade down, and so frozen, they stood for a while.
They won this contest, the presenter handed the prize - a small heart made of small artificial bright red roses, lifting it high above their heads, they finally kissed joyfully, and went proud of themselves to the table to celebrate the victory to the applause of the hall.
The spectacular couple, the wife said, they suit each other.
Let's argue that this is not their first marriage - I said the thought that occurred to me.
Maybe, she agreed, but I don't want to argue.
A strange feeling of confidence that they also noticed us, although we did not participate in competitions and did not catch the eye with some spectacular views or behavior did not leave me that evening. A couple of times I caught on their own, alternately, their looks and slight smiles. Already after midnight, in the midst of the party, my wife and I ended up at their table and our mutual friends. After exchanging duty complements and drinking champagne, we had a lively, informal conversation, which often happens in friendly companies, although we just met Andrei and Larisa. After some time, our guests went to dance, and we continued our conversation.
Who are they, I asked.
We met them on the New Year, they ... - and then the story followed, about their life, his business, about their relationship, about their former families and her little daughter. At the mention of the history of their marriage, my wife and I looked at each other, and she smiled slyly at me recalling our failed dispute.
The party was moving towards the end, the tables slowly became empty, only the most restless remained, and even if they were pretty, they were getting more and more exhausted, shaking themselves on the dance floor rather by inertia, and not at will to dance. It was time to leave, but at the same time I wanted to continue the evening, there was some kind of understatement. Our new acquaintances began to gather home, and we went out to accompany them on the porch of the restaurant. Saying goodbye to them, and for the first time I saw, even rather felt that we, somehow strangely similar in something, to each other, in some elusive trifles, very similar make-up for wives, the same style and color of costumes for us and Andrei . I was holding Larisa's fur coat helping her to get dressed, she straightened her hair, turned her head sharply and hit my lips. The blow was not very strong, but I felt a salty taste of blood in my mouth. Larisa laughed and kissed very gently on the very edges of the cube, the hurt place, something that while whispering quickly. Then she continued - I so speak the pain to my child. Has passed
Not. - honestly said - me. Very little for my age.
At this time, a taxi arrived, and the four of us went out on a frosty street.Andrei supported my wife by the waist, going down the slippery steps, his fingers lightly stroking the elastic of my wife's panties, which stood out under the thin dress. She did not move away, and I realized that she was pleased. It was obvious that they didn’t want to leave, but we don’t dare and are not ready to invite them inside. Before the car, we began to alternately kiss, gently, on the lips, like old friends, although we knew each other for no more than 3 hours. Having promised that we will see you again, they went home.
We went back to the withering restaurant at our empty table, drank a sip of wine, and went to dance. Dancing, I felt my wife excited, she squeezed my hand tightly, clung to me all over with my whole body, breathed hotly, rubbed my stomach through my trousers on my full cock, smiled mysteriously. I furtively kissed her hair, inhaled the scent of her hot body, mixed with the smell of perfume, sorted her fingers in my hand.
Her swollen nipples defiantly peeped through the fabric of the dress, I could not resist and without notice to others began to stroke her right nipple with my thumb, she immediately began to help me with her thumb. I so wanted to hug her ass, but I just whispered to her that it was time, probably, to us home. She kissed me sweetly, and we stood there for a moment, and went to dress in the wardrobe.
Thick fluffy snow was falling outside. Rare lanterns barely looked through the raging snowy shroud. Fresh frosty air cooled our heads and hidden thoughts, we began to openly yawn and slowly freeze, waiting for the car. Having finally waited for a taxi, we plopped down in the back seat and the car slowly moved along the snowy icy, broken roads of a sleeping city. The car was pretty cool, we hugged, and my wife put her hands under my sheepskin coat so that I could warm them.
Kissing her hair softly, I thought about the last evening, and suddenly I felt her hand, unzipping my fingers, slipped into my pants, and confidently squeezed my cock. The hand was cold, but it was still very nice and unusual to do it in a taxi. So in a daze we got to our house. After paying the driver, we kissed, entered the entrance. The echoing door slammed the street from the dark entrance, and we were alone for the first time in the whole evening. I got a greedy kiss on the lips of my beloved one and began to unbutton her sheepskin coat. She laughed softly and stubbornly struggled, trying to run upstairs. So alternately winning the wishes of each other, we got to our apartment. While she was looking for the keys, and then trying to get into the keyhole in the dark, I managed, tangling the hem of her sheepskin coat, to lift up the evening dress and reach out to her new salad-colored panties. Finally, she coped with the lock, the door opened, and we noisily burst into our quiet apartment.
God, I want you, ”she whispered,“ try, try as soon as I can. ” We, without undressing, fell to the floor, and I began to frantically kiss her face, legs, stomach, all the familiar native body. How good that she doesn't have to take them off in stockings, like these tight tights, - I thought, kissing the beginning of her belly through the fishnet panties. I enjoyed the feeling of wet silk, the smooth coolness of her thighs, and the suppleness of her entire body. Having pulled back a strip of silk, I kissed the hedgehog of her shortly cropped pubis ... Gently swiping my tongue over the vagina, and carefully licked the clitoris, I tried to stretch this time as long as possible. Let me go, ”she said, and tried to free herself by covering herself with her hands, I want to wash myself, I am ashamed of my smell.
Without releasing it, I said, - this smell, the smell of noble and aged port wine, but I love both of them very much. She laughed, loosened her arms, and I plunged my face into her tart graceful bosom. I touched my lips together with my nose, my tongue stubbornly sought the points of her highest pleasure.I then went down to the perineum all the way to the anus, then went up to the strained clitoris, tried to stick my tongue into her swollen vagina. After a while, without holding back the groans, she squeezed my head with my legs and jerked her whole body, repeating hysterically - Everything, Everything, Everything, finished with relief.
Hush, wake up the neighbors, - I whispered, rolling on his back.
She waved her hand aloofly and said hoarsely, “Let them go,” and after a moment added, “Or maybe so, and we will sleep on the floor without undressing?”
Like on New Year's Eve in a student hostel, ”I snorted.
She looked reproachfully, stretched her lips to my stomach, and then suddenly asked, “I wonder what Andrei and Larisa are doing now?”
Lariska is probably lying between his legs, - she continued.
I think they are already sleeping and seeing in a dream what we are doing here - raising it from the carpet, I said - went to the shower.
Standing in a shower stall, under hot streams of water, we tenderly kissed, stroked and rubbed each other. Then the wife took my penis with both hands and with faded eyes slowly spread her legs, stood up on the socks, sank on the head of my penis. I had her on the wall and began to evenly, trying to go as deep as possible, to move the member. She wrapped her arms around me and, biting my ear, whispered, - I love you, I love, I love. I furiously stroked her fattening buttocks, thighs, dropping to the anus and feeling for him, began to lightly press on him, mumbling gentle words. We squeezed each other with such force that I could no longer move, it was impossible to even stand.
Slowly introducing the phalanx of my finger into her relaxed anus, after a moment I dropped all my accumulated tension with the sperm.