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A few years ago my partner, Celine, and I decided to treat ourselves to a weekend in late July in Liguria and naturally invited Cristiana, our best friend, to come with us, with whom we formed a trio (which in fact lasted for almost 5 years).
We chose the surroundings of Imperia, as there lived a friend of mine, Manuel, whom I had already made known to Celine, on the occasion of another weekend.
Manuel had warned us that, due to a small operation, he could not have done much, but that he still wanted to see us and make Celine know his ex-wife (whom I already knew).
We took accommodation in a nice 4-star hotel with swimming pool and, taking advantage of the well-sheltered terrace, we started sunbathing naked.
Celine is brunette, tall, thin, with a third of breast, an uncommon ass and does not show her 40 years. Cristiana is also brown, but smaller, petite, a few years younger, with a proportionate second breast. Celine has black eyes, penetrating, which make her mistress hardness, temperate, for those who know her and is recognized, like me, as her equal, by a particular sweetness and affection, often a prelude to moments of sex without limits; Cristiana has white fawn eyes, which hide an explosive sexuality, perfectly bsx. We had found each other empathically and the complicity was total; especially since Celine and I, both dominant, were guiding Cristiana to explore her potential as a dominatrix.
On the terrace, in the setting sun of that Friday, the two girls, warmed by the sun, let themselves go in a spectacular 69, which for a while I looked fascinated, masturbating. Then, when I was sure that Celine, who was on top, was well lubricated, I got into her pussy and started pumping like a potted person. Cristiana, underneath, licked both of them and, as soon as Celine had an orgasm, she took off my dick and claimed her part: she made me lie down and impaled myself on my back, she leaned forward clinging to my ankles, closed his eyes and began his up and down (go up in the carousel, she called him), up to come with his classic horny moan; which in fact also took me to the limit: Celine, who knows me well, understood it, grabbed my cock, took it from her friend and put it in her mouth, where it exploded.
The appointment with Manuel was for the following evening and so we went out to dinner and then went to a bar to have a drink.
In the bar Celine noticed the tattooed sexting bartender and confessed to us that he "had sex with her". We have always been polyamorous and therefore it was taken for granted that she would be free to approach him, but she hesitated. Cristiana, she gives uninhibited mischievous what she was, with a flash of mischief in her eyes and a smart smile, she got up from our table, went to the bartender and asked him what time he dismounted, specifying, in a not too low voice and for the benefit of those present at the counter , that it interested her friend over there, who was looking for some concrete evening distraction. Needless to say, clarified not to be a joke, the sexting man was happy to make an appointment outside the club at the end of the evening. Celine introduced herself, took the boy by the arm (twenty years at most, brown and well-groomed), took off her briefs in front of him, in the middle of the street, and asked him: "where are we going?" The sexting man was obviously intimidated, but Celine was blazing in her summer dress in transparent jersey supported only by two thin straps, with her third without a well-highlighted bra. They went towards the beach and Cristiana and I followed them at a distance. The bartender had the keys to a beach club (as he said to Celine, he was lifeguard there during the day) and took Celine to the lifeguard's office. Cristiana and I managed to follow them to the factory and, when I got close to the room where the two had locked up, I put Cristiana against a wall with my hands, I lifted her skirt, I pushed her slip off and, without taking off my pants, I took her from behind; easily, I must say, because the slut had gotten wet at the thought of what her friend was doing.
After less than a quarter of an hour, while I was still pumping, Celine came out of the office, completely naked, looked around, evidently looking for us, and approached us.
“I knew that I would find you around here - he said - Luckily: the boy lasted ten minutes and then he came; damn him, I got hung up. Sergio, now you have to let me come. " “And no - said Cristiana - I'm on the track now. Wait your turn. " I started slamming her again as Celine started to touch herself. At that moment the bartender peeked out of the office, also naked, who was thrilled by the show. Cristiana looked at him. The gym have always been his passion (once he did it, one by one, including the coach, all the members of a Thai boxing team) and then shouted at him, in a voice broken by my blows ,: "Hey, you, come back and
ttami; arrival". The boy, disconcerted, obeyed. Cristiana looked at Celine and said: "Hopefully after the first one it's a little better, isn't it?" . After a while he came with his characteristic low and prolonged moan. Celine shrugged, pulled her away and took her place against the wall; I promptly put it on. Cristiana took off her dress, took off her briefs and, naked, headed for the office.
When he left, less than half an hour later, Celine and I had just finished. Despite being "the second", the sexting man hadn't been much: long to recover and short to come. So much smoke and little roast, in short. The two girls agreed that I had grown accustomed to them: despite my 55 years I was still better than many 20/30 year olds, also helped by my 22 cm and the ability to last hours. We left briefly.
Needless to say, in the hotel, before going to sleep, we slept with a healthy threesome fuck.
The next day he passed between the swimming pool, baths, short forays in a large bathroom for the disabled near the swimming pool, in which I was now with one, now with the other, and naps in the sun.
In the evening, another dinner in a good restaurant. The two had "put themselves out of war" and made a good impression. Of course, with skirts (not mini: too easy!)) And without underwear.
After dinner, in the bar where we met Manuel, while we waited, we watched the walk. At a certain point Cristiana points out a couple, saying: "Look how beautiful those two are: I would make them both on the fly". She was pleasantly surprised to find out that they were Manuel with his ex-wife (Eva).
Made the introductions, Manuel, who, in addition to being a great handsome man (35 years old, tall, curly, light-eyed and easy to talk to) was a smart guy, he immediately stressed that after the separation the relations with his wife had remained excellent, especially regarding the game. Celine intervened, congratulating Manuel for the attractiveness of her partner (taller than her, brunette, male haircut, third breast, marauding eye, large fire-red summer dress) and specifying, incidentally, that neither she nor Cristiana wore underwear . Eva smiled and said, "If that's why, neither would I."
Established, to everyone's satisfaction, the existence of this important level playing field, we set off on the promenade, at that late hour, little frequented.
After a few dozen meters we passed two closed kiosks, in the middle of which there was a rather sheltered space. I had an idea and, winking at Manuel, I declared that I did not trust the words of three sly men like our escorts and that this story of the intimate without was to be verified. Manuel leaned on me, of course, and the three panthers, after exchanging a few glances and two giggles, raised their skirts together, exposing their splendid perfectly depilated sparrows (on the Alassio seafront !!!). They caressed each other briefly to check the quality of the hair removal and then…. they lowered the curtain. We boys obviously had an embarrassing (and dangerous for Manuel, convalescing) erection.
After a further walk, topped with allusions, winks and embarrassment for the situation "impeded" by Manuel's condition, we came close to our car, always on a level playing field, this time against me, given Manuel's disability, we decided to say goodbye.
The car of our friends was far away and therefore we decided to accompany them. Eva went up front with me and my two graces behind, with Manuel in the middle. Of course, two minutes later, the two stinkers had already reached out, even slinging in turn the mouth of the happy Manuel, who spared no caresses and touches on the half-naked bodies of the two. I stretched my right hand, lifted Eva's skirt and started to masturbate her lightly; she came after me and started a loud "radio commentary" of what I was doing to her, with the outline of gasps and screams.
After a while, looking up at the rearview mirror, my blood froze: a carabinieri gazelle was following us a couple of meters away and it was evident that they were evaluating with interest, through the large rear glass of my station, what it was happening in the back seat (in the city center).
As a result, at the first crossroads, I turned to see if they would follow us. Fortunately they decided to continue on the highway and we breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I had turned left, upstream, and we were climbing one of one of those many Ligurian roads so narrow as to prevent the U-turn to return to the main road.
Moreover, while we continued to climb at low speed, the spirits in the car had not cooled at all, quite the contrary; so, at a certain point, I spotted the driveway of a villa that would have allowed the change of direction, instead I stopped, got out, I opened the side door
Passenger, I pulled the tool out while standing and Eva, sitting in the car, enthusiastically took it in my mouth, starting a fabulous blowjob and frantically fingering. In the meantime, Manuel, unable to use his tool because of that little operation, had also come down, had knelt on the ground and was licking Cristiana's pussy lying naked in the back seat. On the opposite side, Celine, also now naked, had sat on her friend's face to be licked very well, with her back towards the inside of the car and her body almost all outside the open door, towards the street.
After several minutes of this circus, the inevitable happened: a car, going down from the mountain towards the sea, illuminated the scene with the headlights, passing a few tens of centimeters from us. He did not go crashing into something, but he flared conspicuously; and other cars were arriving.
It was too much; we made up our mind and started the maneuver to reverse the gear.
In doing so, I looked up and only then noticed, and I pointed out, two surveillance cameras of the villa aimed at where we were.
We burst out laughing: I wonder if anyone had admired us; or maybe they were connected to a tape recorder !!!
We chose the surroundings of Imperia, as there lived a friend of mine, Manuel, whom I had already made known to Celine, on the occasion of another weekend.
Manuel had warned us that, due to a small operation, he could not have done much, but that he still wanted to see us and make Celine know his ex-wife (whom I already knew).
We took accommodation in a nice 4-star hotel with swimming pool and, taking advantage of the well-sheltered terrace, we started sunbathing naked.
Celine is brunette, tall, thin, with a third of breast, an uncommon ass and does not show her 40 years. Cristiana is also brown, but smaller, petite, a few years younger, with a proportionate second breast. Celine has black eyes, penetrating, which make her mistress hardness, temperate, for those who know her and is recognized, like me, as her equal, by a particular sweetness and affection, often a prelude to moments of sex without limits; Cristiana has white fawn eyes, which hide an explosive sexuality, perfectly bsx. We had found each other empathically and the complicity was total; especially since Celine and I, both dominant, were guiding Cristiana to explore her potential as a dominatrix.
On the terrace, in the setting sun of that Friday, the two girls, warmed by the sun, let themselves go in a spectacular 69, which for a while I looked fascinated, masturbating. Then, when I was sure that Celine, who was on top, was well lubricated, I got into her pussy and started pumping like a potted person. Cristiana, underneath, licked both of them and, as soon as Celine had an orgasm, she took off my dick and claimed her part: she made me lie down and impaled myself on my back, she leaned forward clinging to my ankles, closed his eyes and began his up and down (go up in the carousel, she called him), up to come with his classic horny moan; which in fact also took me to the limit: Celine, who knows me well, understood it, grabbed my cock, took it from her friend and put it in her mouth, where it exploded.
The appointment with Manuel was for the following evening and so we went out to dinner and then went to a bar to have a drink.
In the bar Celine noticed the tattooed sexting bartender and confessed to us that he "had sex with her". We have always been polyamorous and therefore it was taken for granted that she would be free to approach him, but she hesitated. Cristiana, she gives uninhibited mischievous what she was, with a flash of mischief in her eyes and a smart smile, she got up from our table, went to the bartender and asked him what time he dismounted, specifying, in a not too low voice and for the benefit of those present at the counter , that it interested her friend over there, who was looking for some concrete evening distraction. Needless to say, clarified not to be a joke, the sexting man was happy to make an appointment outside the club at the end of the evening. Celine introduced herself, took the boy by the arm (twenty years at most, brown and well-groomed), took off her briefs in front of him, in the middle of the street, and asked him: "where are we going?" The sexting man was obviously intimidated, but Celine was blazing in her summer dress in transparent jersey supported only by two thin straps, with her third without a well-highlighted bra. They went towards the beach and Cristiana and I followed them at a distance. The bartender had the keys to a beach club (as he said to Celine, he was lifeguard there during the day) and took Celine to the lifeguard's office. Cristiana and I managed to follow them to the factory and, when I got close to the room where the two had locked up, I put Cristiana against a wall with my hands, I lifted her skirt, I pushed her slip off and, without taking off my pants, I took her from behind; easily, I must say, because the slut had gotten wet at the thought of what her friend was doing.
After less than a quarter of an hour, while I was still pumping, Celine came out of the office, completely naked, looked around, evidently looking for us, and approached us.
“I knew that I would find you around here - he said - Luckily: the boy lasted ten minutes and then he came; damn him, I got hung up. Sergio, now you have to let me come. " “And no - said Cristiana - I'm on the track now. Wait your turn. " I started slamming her again as Celine started to touch herself. At that moment the bartender peeked out of the office, also naked, who was thrilled by the show. Cristiana looked at him. The gym have always been his passion (once he did it, one by one, including the coach, all the members of a Thai boxing team) and then shouted at him, in a voice broken by my blows ,: "Hey, you, come back and
ttami; arrival". The boy, disconcerted, obeyed. Cristiana looked at Celine and said: "Hopefully after the first one it's a little better, isn't it?" . After a while he came with his characteristic low and prolonged moan. Celine shrugged, pulled her away and took her place against the wall; I promptly put it on. Cristiana took off her dress, took off her briefs and, naked, headed for the office.
When he left, less than half an hour later, Celine and I had just finished. Despite being "the second", the sexting man hadn't been much: long to recover and short to come. So much smoke and little roast, in short. The two girls agreed that I had grown accustomed to them: despite my 55 years I was still better than many 20/30 year olds, also helped by my 22 cm and the ability to last hours. We left briefly.
Needless to say, in the hotel, before going to sleep, we slept with a healthy threesome fuck.
The next day he passed between the swimming pool, baths, short forays in a large bathroom for the disabled near the swimming pool, in which I was now with one, now with the other, and naps in the sun.
In the evening, another dinner in a good restaurant. The two had "put themselves out of war" and made a good impression. Of course, with skirts (not mini: too easy!)) And without underwear.
After dinner, in the bar where we met Manuel, while we waited, we watched the walk. At a certain point Cristiana points out a couple, saying: "Look how beautiful those two are: I would make them both on the fly". She was pleasantly surprised to find out that they were Manuel with his ex-wife (Eva).
Made the introductions, Manuel, who, in addition to being a great handsome man (35 years old, tall, curly, light-eyed and easy to talk to) was a smart guy, he immediately stressed that after the separation the relations with his wife had remained excellent, especially regarding the game. Celine intervened, congratulating Manuel for the attractiveness of her partner (taller than her, brunette, male haircut, third breast, marauding eye, large fire-red summer dress) and specifying, incidentally, that neither she nor Cristiana wore underwear . Eva smiled and said, "If that's why, neither would I."
Established, to everyone's satisfaction, the existence of this important level playing field, we set off on the promenade, at that late hour, little frequented.
After a few dozen meters we passed two closed kiosks, in the middle of which there was a rather sheltered space. I had an idea and, winking at Manuel, I declared that I did not trust the words of three sly men like our escorts and that this story of the intimate without was to be verified. Manuel leaned on me, of course, and the three panthers, after exchanging a few glances and two giggles, raised their skirts together, exposing their splendid perfectly depilated sparrows (on the Alassio seafront !!!). They caressed each other briefly to check the quality of the hair removal and then…. they lowered the curtain. We boys obviously had an embarrassing (and dangerous for Manuel, convalescing) erection.
After a further walk, topped with allusions, winks and embarrassment for the situation "impeded" by Manuel's condition, we came close to our car, always on a level playing field, this time against me, given Manuel's disability, we decided to say goodbye.
The car of our friends was far away and therefore we decided to accompany them. Eva went up front with me and my two graces behind, with Manuel in the middle. Of course, two minutes later, the two stinkers had already reached out, even slinging in turn the mouth of the happy Manuel, who spared no caresses and touches on the half-naked bodies of the two. I stretched my right hand, lifted Eva's skirt and started to masturbate her lightly; she came after me and started a loud "radio commentary" of what I was doing to her, with the outline of gasps and screams.
After a while, looking up at the rearview mirror, my blood froze: a carabinieri gazelle was following us a couple of meters away and it was evident that they were evaluating with interest, through the large rear glass of my station, what it was happening in the back seat (in the city center).
As a result, at the first crossroads, I turned to see if they would follow us. Fortunately they decided to continue on the highway and we breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I had turned left, upstream, and we were climbing one of one of those many Ligurian roads so narrow as to prevent the U-turn to return to the main road.
Moreover, while we continued to climb at low speed, the spirits in the car had not cooled at all, quite the contrary; so, at a certain point, I spotted the driveway of a villa that would have allowed the change of direction, instead I stopped, got out, I opened the side door
Passenger, I pulled the tool out while standing and Eva, sitting in the car, enthusiastically took it in my mouth, starting a fabulous blowjob and frantically fingering. In the meantime, Manuel, unable to use his tool because of that little operation, had also come down, had knelt on the ground and was licking Cristiana's pussy lying naked in the back seat. On the opposite side, Celine, also now naked, had sat on her friend's face to be licked very well, with her back towards the inside of the car and her body almost all outside the open door, towards the street.
After several minutes of this circus, the inevitable happened: a car, going down from the mountain towards the sea, illuminated the scene with the headlights, passing a few tens of centimeters from us. He did not go crashing into something, but he flared conspicuously; and other cars were arriving.
It was too much; we made up our mind and started the maneuver to reverse the gear.
In doing so, I looked up and only then noticed, and I pointed out, two surveillance cameras of the villa aimed at where we were.
We burst out laughing: I wonder if anyone had admired us; or maybe they were connected to a tape recorder !!!
