The Moroccan lover
My wife's lover is a Moroccan bricklayer. He is a handsome man in his forties, performing both physically and sexually. We met him two years ago when he came to work on our house. My wife Laura, although she was (and still is) a desirable woman between the ages of fifty and sixty, and he began to woo her shamelessly even in my presence. This initially bothered me but then the perverse desire to see it possessed by that man began to make its way into me.
I talked about it with Laura who, at first, was scandalized but then, partly because of my insistence and partly because the man became more and more daring, he ended up giving in. The Moroccan has frequented our home since then and comes to visit us about twice a month on Saturday.
When he started, my wife had just entered menopause and, for safety, we forced him to use a condom. After a few months we decided to do everything in freedom for everyone's enjoyment. After the first almost forced intercourse Laura began to enjoy us and had a profound metamorphosis. Since she enjoys intensely with him, she feels guilty towards me but I reassure her because, also to me, the thing, gives great emotions.
Our friend is a rough person, sometimes even rude and I often think of putting him definitively at the door but then I don't do it thinking that his irreverent attitude is part of the enjoyment that I derive from it.
When the Saturday comes when he comes, Laura and I are already excited since the afternoon making preparations. I turn on the fireplace and lay in front of it a rigorously ecological long white fur rug. Meanwhile, Laura prepares dinner taking into account the religious needs of our friend. When the environment is hot, Laura gets ready. Usually she puts on a short and light dress and under it a very small thong that barely covers the cut of the cunt but from which the thick hair appears. Before getting to know the Moroccan, Laura was completely shaved but he immediately demanded that she let her hair grow.
At the sound of the bell I go to open. He greets me "cordially" with a "horned hello". He enters, hands me his coat and then hugs Laura. The two kiss obscenely by sticking their tongues into each other's mouth. Their hands caress their bodies. Laura massages the man in the flap of his pants obtaining an immediate erection while he puts his hand under her skirt to touch the now wet sex. After a few moments Laura, moaning, folds her legs and then he supports her massaging her firmly. For Laura it is the first orgasm of the evening. I, out of the way, caress myself in turn with great attention not to enjoy and finish the game even before starting.
During dinner, the man says he has been voluntarily abstinent for ten days now in order to offer more sperm to Laura and, indirectly, to me. At each range, when Laura is next to him, she reaches out and opens her dress, letting her breasts come out, which she then caresses and licks avidly. I think Laura is now completely wet.
After dinner, they set off towards the room where the fireplace makes a warm executioner. Laura takes off her dress and I look from behind her beautiful ass furrowed by the string of the thong. The two hold each other and kiss. I would like to follow them but I must first clear and sweep the floor. I hear the music and I know they are dancing, starting to rub against each other. I also know that Laura, excited but still able to connect, stalls to give me the opportunity to finish my works and be part of the game without losing important phases. When I enter the room I add a little wood in the fireplace, I completely undress in the penumbra, I sit in my favorite armchair and I start to masturbate, always with care.
Laura is already naked and the Moroccan is wearing only the briefs. My wife gives me a look, smiles and slowly takes the man's last garment out of the man. He kneels and begins to stroke the beautiful dark cock. The two are beautiful so naked and obscene illuminated by the flames of the fireplace. Laura sucks it greedily now and I see the man's cock glistening from my woman's mouth. When we are alone, Laura tells me that the cock has a different taste from mine, it has a sour, intoxicating taste that almost makes you enjoy it without being touched. I see the man standing while Laura sits and bends backwards to reach the Moroccan's ass. He opens his buttocks and sticks his tongue in the back intimacy. He is certainly not insensitive to this oral caress and then folds his legs moaning, pronouncing dirty words. "You're a cow !!, you are a slut ... stop making me enjoy !!"
Soon the two find themselves in the sixty-nine position with Laura underneath. He opens it and sticks his tongue out, she moans and I feel her enjoying it like crazy. In the air of the room I feel the sweat of sweat that comes from their bodies now shiny with the excitement and the heat that the fireplace gives off.
But now the topical moment comes. Mount it. Laura, when we are the only one she always says to me a phrase "You make me love, he mounts me and really makes me feel like a cow".
Here, she kneels and he takes her from behind. He bangs her hard and she enjoys screaming. I already know that after a while he will come out and put that magnificent cock in front of my wife's anus. In this he is a master. It penetrates it slowly and increasingly stronger. Laura moans that it hurts but then goes to meet him as if he wants to get the balls in too. From my position I do not see the penetration but I feel the two bodies crashing into each other. Laura is sodomized for several minutes but the Moroccan does not want to enjoy in that cave. When she slips off, my wife lies down and he goes over her and penetrates her pussy. He mounts it constantly changing pace. Now slow and sweet, now faster and more violent. It is the moment when I go to stand behind them to see that beautiful cock that appears and disappears in my woman's cunt. She hugs him with her legs on her buttocks and moans like crazy. When he begins to make uncoordinated movements I understand that he is close to enjoying. His are not groans but the roar of a lion. His buttocks contract and eventually remains planted at the bottom of my wife's sex. I see Laura's opulent thighs trembling in an orgasm that never seems to end. He is filling her with the seed of ten days.
The two remain embraced, motionless, panting. Two to **** them that have just enjoyed. After a few minutes he slips out and I see his dark cock smeared with cum. My wife's cunt remains wide open but nothing comes out because the man has enjoyed it too deeply.
He, always calling me "cuckold" invites me to take his place and feed on his sperm. He also tells me not to bother that he knows the way out. Then she slips into the bathroom.
Crawling I go to lie next to her who is still panting. We caress and she whispers "I love you". He gets up and puts himself on top of my face. Only in that moment, when she is upright does the lover's sperm begin to come out. It descends on her thighs in white and creamy streams. I pick it up with a finger and bring it to my mouth. We hear the front door closing. It is the Moroccan who is gone. Laura bends over and offers me the pussy to drink. It is a thick, sticky liquid, she moans and I lick avidly, I fill my mouth, I open her buttocks and she screams to stop that it hurts. He gets up again, backs up and goes to impale himself on my cock now about to burst. It only takes two or three movements and I empty myself into her by mixing my sperm with that of the Moroccan who is still copious inside her.
"Godo", she gently caresses me and whispers "You're a pig!"
"Just me !! ??? ... come on let's go take a shower !!!"
My wife's lover is a Moroccan bricklayer. He is a handsome man in his forties, performing both physically and sexually. We met him two years ago when he came to work on our house. My wife Laura, although she was (and still is) a desirable woman between the ages of fifty and sixty, and he began to woo her shamelessly even in my presence. This initially bothered me but then the perverse desire to see it possessed by that man began to make its way into me.
I talked about it with Laura who, at first, was scandalized but then, partly because of my insistence and partly because the man became more and more daring, he ended up giving in. The Moroccan has frequented our home since then and comes to visit us about twice a month on Saturday.
When he started, my wife had just entered menopause and, for safety, we forced him to use a condom. After a few months we decided to do everything in freedom for everyone's enjoyment. After the first almost forced intercourse Laura began to enjoy us and had a profound metamorphosis. Since she enjoys intensely with him, she feels guilty towards me but I reassure her because, also to me, the thing, gives great emotions.
Our friend is a rough person, sometimes even rude and I often think of putting him definitively at the door but then I don't do it thinking that his irreverent attitude is part of the enjoyment that I derive from it.
When the Saturday comes when he comes, Laura and I are already excited since the afternoon making preparations. I turn on the fireplace and lay in front of it a rigorously ecological long white fur rug. Meanwhile, Laura prepares dinner taking into account the religious needs of our friend. When the environment is hot, Laura gets ready. Usually she puts on a short and light dress and under it a very small thong that barely covers the cut of the cunt but from which the thick hair appears. Before getting to know the Moroccan, Laura was completely shaved but he immediately demanded that she let her hair grow.
At the sound of the bell I go to open. He greets me "cordially" with a "horned hello". He enters, hands me his coat and then hugs Laura. The two kiss obscenely by sticking their tongues into each other's mouth. Their hands caress their bodies. Laura massages the man in the flap of his pants obtaining an immediate erection while he puts his hand under her skirt to touch the now wet sex. After a few moments Laura, moaning, folds her legs and then he supports her massaging her firmly. For Laura it is the first orgasm of the evening. I, out of the way, caress myself in turn with great attention not to enjoy and finish the game even before starting.
During dinner, the man says he has been voluntarily abstinent for ten days now in order to offer more sperm to Laura and, indirectly, to me. At each range, when Laura is next to him, she reaches out and opens her dress, letting her breasts come out, which she then caresses and licks avidly. I think Laura is now completely wet.
After dinner, they set off towards the room where the fireplace makes a warm executioner. Laura takes off her dress and I look from behind her beautiful ass furrowed by the string of the thong. The two hold each other and kiss. I would like to follow them but I must first clear and sweep the floor. I hear the music and I know they are dancing, starting to rub against each other. I also know that Laura, excited but still able to connect, stalls to give me the opportunity to finish my works and be part of the game without losing important phases. When I enter the room I add a little wood in the fireplace, I completely undress in the penumbra, I sit in my favorite armchair and I start to masturbate, always with care.
Laura is already naked and the Moroccan is wearing only the briefs. My wife gives me a look, smiles and slowly takes the man's last garment out of the man. He kneels and begins to stroke the beautiful dark cock. The two are beautiful so naked and obscene illuminated by the flames of the fireplace. Laura sucks it greedily now and I see the man's cock glistening from my woman's mouth. When we are alone, Laura tells me that the cock has a different taste from mine, it has a sour, intoxicating taste that almost makes you enjoy it without being touched. I see the man standing while Laura sits and bends backwards to reach the Moroccan's ass. He opens his buttocks and sticks his tongue in the back intimacy. He is certainly not insensitive to this oral caress and then folds his legs moaning, pronouncing dirty words. "You're a cow !!, you are a slut ... stop making me enjoy !!"
Soon the two find themselves in the sixty-nine position with Laura underneath. He opens it and sticks his tongue out, she moans and I feel her enjoying it like crazy. In the air of the room I feel the sweat of sweat that comes from their bodies now shiny with the excitement and the heat that the fireplace gives off.
But now the topical moment comes. Mount it. Laura, when we are the only one she always says to me a phrase "You make me love, he mounts me and really makes me feel like a cow".
Here, she kneels and he takes her from behind. He bangs her hard and she enjoys screaming. I already know that after a while he will come out and put that magnificent cock in front of my wife's anus. In this he is a master. It penetrates it slowly and increasingly stronger. Laura moans that it hurts but then goes to meet him as if he wants to get the balls in too. From my position I do not see the penetration but I feel the two bodies crashing into each other. Laura is sodomized for several minutes but the Moroccan does not want to enjoy in that cave. When she slips off, my wife lies down and he goes over her and penetrates her pussy. He mounts it constantly changing pace. Now slow and sweet, now faster and more violent. It is the moment when I go to stand behind them to see that beautiful cock that appears and disappears in my woman's cunt. She hugs him with her legs on her buttocks and moans like crazy. When he begins to make uncoordinated movements I understand that he is close to enjoying. His are not groans but the roar of a lion. His buttocks contract and eventually remains planted at the bottom of my wife's sex. I see Laura's opulent thighs trembling in an orgasm that never seems to end. He is filling her with the seed of ten days.
The two remain embraced, motionless, panting. Two to **** them that have just enjoyed. After a few minutes he slips out and I see his dark cock smeared with cum. My wife's cunt remains wide open but nothing comes out because the man has enjoyed it too deeply.
He, always calling me "cuckold" invites me to take his place and feed on his sperm. He also tells me not to bother that he knows the way out. Then she slips into the bathroom.
Crawling I go to lie next to her who is still panting. We caress and she whispers "I love you". He gets up and puts himself on top of my face. Only in that moment, when she is upright does the lover's sperm begin to come out. It descends on her thighs in white and creamy streams. I pick it up with a finger and bring it to my mouth. We hear the front door closing. It is the Moroccan who is gone. Laura bends over and offers me the pussy to drink. It is a thick, sticky liquid, she moans and I lick avidly, I fill my mouth, I open her buttocks and she screams to stop that it hurts. He gets up again, backs up and goes to impale himself on my cock now about to burst. It only takes two or three movements and I empty myself into her by mixing my sperm with that of the Moroccan who is still copious inside her.
"Godo", she gently caresses me and whispers "You're a pig!"
"Just me !! ??? ... come on let's go take a shower !!!"
