Our First Triangle

This summer we went on vacation in a popular resort in Croatia. Margy my wife and I have found a place in a bungalow at a campsite. midaugust  was near and the only place left was in an isolated location free from the others, near the filing of gear, but not such as to inspire no awe or fear.

After a first day's rest from the trip we started a holiday characterized by a deep understanding sexual. We have always ****** a lot, but really the best summer we gave each of them.

I spent the siesta hour to massage it (she loves to feel the hands on) and then penetrate her passionately. This afternoon and this evening we have also begun to appreciate the bad language. She loves to feel slutty, and then be told.
One afternoon I noticed that the gardener (or man for help from the camp, I do not know what was his job, a man of about fifty, not a handsome man) was always near our bungalow. At first it seemed normal, since a wall was adjacent to the warehouse, but then I saw a window closer to eavesdrop. I said nothing to her, not to worry, but I was sure we had heard in our vigorous *******.

In the days after the man was always present to our room, a very discreet presence, but diligent.

She meanwhile, began to understand. One afternoon, I went to the store to buy something, and when I returned I saw the man behind a fence, watching the bungalow. Wandered the small building from a distance and saw that the door was open, the curtains with cables to keep out insects, were collected in half by one side. Inside, she was naked, standing that you spread the cream.
Unseen by both, I stopped to watch the scene. Was too slow and mischievous movements to be seen not to have noticed.
One detail left me no doubt.
She had worn the blacks tipped sabot with the heel down, I assure you that her legs and her ankles with those shoes you would only come to look, and you know, I tell him.
The man noticed that I was slowly approaching and leaning to eradicate weeds, pretended to nothing and then left.
Upon my arrival, she was wearing a bathing suit and with a rapid gesture he was barefoot.
I closed the door and grabbed scopai legs apart.
He groaned as always with a voice, not loud, but certainly not a whisper.
I was horny. I was horny at the idea that she wanted to be seen naked by man.
Adv /> The next day I walked away again before lunch, she had to take a shower. Inescapable man was in the warehouse.

I expected the same scene the day before, but instead I reserved a surprise.
When I arrived, the street was turned towards the rear of the bungalow and you could not see the entrance, I saw none.
With some surprise and some disappointment, I went over and turned the corner to enter the bungalow I stayed in the veranda with breath in his throat.
The man was sitting at the table he was making a saw, protected on one side of the sea from our towels hanging out to dry, and she lay on the bed, she was ************ with the "**** of rubber that we use for our double penetrations (two in *****, because she likes the ***).
As I saw the man jumped to his feet but she called him and told him to feel comfortable.
I was petrified. I knew that she was slutty, but I never imagined such an initiative without notice. The man resumed his pose, cautiously, but with **** in hand.
A great ****. Long, not very big, but right and a large chapel projecting very well done. She told me to come in, "we have a spectator," he said.
I do not know what to do, but she dropped the suit began a great *******.
He made me lie down on the bed, and while it helped with one hand on my **** with the other rubbing the "****" on her **** and *** at the sight of our very targeted audience.
I enjoyed both the ***** but especially the brain, I do not know how many words I said, I do not know if a gesture of invitation or initiative, the man entered the bungalow and closed the door behind him. In an instant she was back and inside. You, in sheep on the bed, sucking me while the man ****** slowly at first, (which succeeds to long ***** fine) and then with rhythm. She turned slightly and urged him to **** her with a rotational movement of the hips (it makes you faint, you think you suck my **** with her *****) and appreciation over the length of ****.

He gave great strokes absolutely silent and let his **** rub his movements.
Asked if he could *** in *****: she consented. Rather, he said words: "*** inside, ***, empties his balls that tomorrow I will empty throat.
I, in these words flood hand and a sketch joined her in the face. Even the man holding the voice came. She begged him to continue and then he recovered his voice told her the classic: enjoy ****! She was enjoying to stick his tongue in her mouth, whispering thanks love!

malpighi malpighi
41-45, F
6 Responses Feb 10, 2010

mmmm now that sounds like the kinda thing we get up to. xx Jan & Trev

Ok, look. These things you're beating the crap out of; They're words and they all mean something. You said in your profile that you're a woman. Can she write? Maybe she should be writing these stories...

your wife in mood must be really horny. Love to be with her.

Very good story.

great story, very exciting. lovely style of narrating. you both are very horny people.

Your wife never ceases to thrill me!