Recently on Facebook I found my former classmate. He lives in Germany and is a regular at swingers clubs. At the request of one such institution writes about his adventures in a special swingers magazine.

Remembering the German school lessons, I tried, as I could, to translate some of his stories ...

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With Klaus and Micheleta from Bremen, Frau Martha brought me together. Guys swing five years. Since getting married. Frau herself lit with them when she lived in Bremen. We are in Berlin, they are passing through, and now they turned to an old friend for help. I have not refused. Why not?

It was dumb for the children to go to an unfamiliar apartment, it was expensive at the hotel, and we headed to Mariendorf, a public park. There, behind the bronze statues, there is a small gap between the trees. People walk a bit during the day and we were able to go unnoticed.

Micheleta, as it turned out, barely tolerated. She flowed like a cat in the spring. Yes, I confess, and we also wanted to start with Klaus. I resolutely pulled my pants down, throwing my blood-filled bolt in front of the chick. She immediately turned her back and lifted her little skirt under which there were no panties. In the eyes of her husband, I immediately attached my hardening tool between the pale female buttocks. Micheleta arched, exposing my crotch, groaning voluptuously, anticipating a quick intercourse. Looking at Klaus, who, having become aroused, was also in a hurry to release his cock from the trousers, I abruptly threw my wife’s vagina into the overflowing juice. Mikeleta howled and started podmivat rhythmically, and her husband, who coped with the clothes, dropped to her knees and pressed her lips to her mouth opened with pleasure. For a couple of minutes, Micheleta and I were furious, like rabbits, while she penetrated heartfeltly with her perebodivshiysya husband. Finally, her body shook from a violent orgasm, and I, having long been on the verge of, was able to calmly release the reins and lower the girls inside.

It was the spouse's turn. I had not yet managed to fall out of the eagerly breathing vagina chicks, and she had already swallowed the instrument of her husband for the most tomatoes. Moving aside, I watched with delight what tricks Micheleta’s skilled mouth could make. From the anticipation that awaits me at this place, my bolt came to life and again began to try to raise my head.

Klaus, meanwhile, turned his spouse to the other side and immediately drove his cock smeared in the expiring hole in my sperm. I do not know, for me, so fuck for such lubrication no pleasure. It would be better if he put her in the ass. There would be just right.

But Mikalete, like the campaign, liked it - she finished the second time and rapidly approached the third. I finally rose up, went in front. And the girl did not refuse the dessert. At that moment, when Micheleta thoroughly processed my body, swollen to working size, Klaus, wheezing from the strain, plentifully finished in her uterus.

It should be noted that I have not yet fully recovered from the preceding time, and in spite of all the awesome caresses of the girl's mouth, I did not want to discharge. Starting up, the Klaus wife showed more and more sophisticated methods, I was just shaking from overstraining ...

At this critical moment, the breath-taking husband came to our rescue: having gently parted the cheeks, shiny from the sweat, he began to lick and kiss her anal circle. Mikeleta, who had surrendered to pleasure, stopped sucking me like a milking machine, but groaned, moved quite naturally, which clearly benefited the cause. When Klaus was able to penetrate the language inside his wife, she reached the final. (especially for eroticspace.info) After a moment, I shot too.Poor Mikeleta roared, wheezed and squirmed in the waves of orgasm, and my hose, without stopping, swiftly pumped it with sperm.

Forces we have three more left. We fell on the grass, and it took at least half an hour before we could leave Mariendorf.

Before the plane, the guys still had about four hours. Together with them I went to the airport, as the naughty Micheleta hinted that she was going to ride my stallion once more. Somewhere in the airport toilet, perhaps. But, unfortunately, nothing happened - because of the damned traffic jams, the guys barely had time to register ...

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In the near future I will begin to translate the second story ...