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At his free disposal – our first TPA dayPrologueIn spring 2018, I was in touch with two Americans, people of color. She was an eye specialist, and he ran a real estate agency. Two well-educated people, very erotic – I still get goose pimples by thinking of both – and rich. Assumed they didn’t lie to me, a private island somewhere in the Caribbean, an exotic hideaway, was part of their wealth. Emails and pics flew back and forth with an invitation into the sunshine and, most importantly, ‘fucking the brains out.’ Excuse the language, that was precisely the two and I had agreed on and wished for. His primary interest was in conquering my pussy, hers at large in my body from head to toe, and in particular boobs and kisses. Paul was filled with enthusiasm too, banging a hot voluptuous woman was behind his imagination, not to mention watching me getting fucked by the two.The mere thought of sexual heaven, spiced up by Shangri-La, excited me day and night. Likewise, her appetite in me came along with a confession of lesbian ideas. I did a lot of sports at that time, improved the art of masturbating, asked my gynecologist for a pill that inflates my boobs, in the vague hope to keep up with her. A decision was due. I had already checked flights when Paul stopped me. He wasn’t happy with the situation. His soul and heart got into trouble, like a wizard who couldn’t control his doings anymore. I canceled the week, and we stayed at home. One positive aspect enjoys me to this day, bigger tits.You might think the story is an excursion to irrelevancy, yet it’s a small price to pay to show how quickly an idea develops a pace of its own, and with that, I almost left my partner behind. It’s even more remarkable, albeit I’m the one who needs a nudge here and there, sometimes empathetic, sometimes determined. Yet, the story taught me two things. First and foremost, I should never ignore Paul’s feelings, wishes, and concerns. Second, he is very broadminded and liberal when it comes to my adventurers outside the bedroom. In a nutshell, I’ve to reward him, put him into play, thought hard, and suggested sexy days for his disposal, discretionary power in officialese. I said ‘take a look at your bucket list, and I do what you ask me to do on four conditions, no risk of health, no dicey situations, I don’t trade in my career for pussy fun, and if in doubt, the final decision is on me.’The words hardly expressed, Paul’s jaw almost fell to the floor, like in a cartoon. He didn’t know whether it was heaven, a joke, or his ears fooled him. I enjoyed watching him speechless and added, “Call it your TPA day, for tits, pussy, and ass. He laughed and replied, ‘TPA stands for third party access. That fits!’September 2018Our first TPA day was due on a Saturday, and I was hell-bent on doing with full commitment what Paul is going to ask me for. Of course, I was curious about what he had in mind days before. The list was long, including making money as a bar slut. Typical Paul, with Saturday approaching, he had returned to planet earth, suggested sexy shopping, movie style, he and I as customers in a shop, pretending not to know each other.With a sigh of relief, I immediately agreed, since I had already asked myself how many men I would hook up, what to wear and, most importantly, which city? Aside from how much money I should take. Early in the morning, we took the metro to the city center. The coolness of autumn had spread out a coat, haze filled the almost empty streets. I like this atmosphere when a city wakes up, the sun pushes away the mist and presents the last warmth of late summer. My clothes were accordingly. Three-quarter skintight jeans, mid-heels for a sexy look, and a loose sweater, which keeps me warm when tight, and almost topless when open, just in case the man at my side asks for. Too bad, I forgot the bra.We had a full breakfast in a cafe in a park, including a bottle of champagne. A couple in their forties sat opposite. They watched me closely, smirked, and whispered to each other. Paul didn’t see the guys, so I made the best of the situation, tested my boob values, opened the pullover, got up, and bent forward to kiss Paul. Three pairs of eyes stared at my full dangling tits. That very moment I was fully awakened and ready for the day. Paul quickly extended his TPA day, suggesting I should pull up the pullover to suck my nipples. I sat down on his lap broad legged, took his hands, and made him pull up the pullover. He was nervous, chickened out, slid the hands underneath, and massaged both nipples simultaneously. I knew what he was up to, kissed him devoted, and let him play with my boobs. Days before, he had practiced nipple play at home on the sofa while I was watching a report on TV. Hardly ten minutes later, I got swollen areolas, hard nipples, followed by an orgasm. He loves my particularly strong erotic zone, and can’t get enough watching me getting off by boob massage only. And I love his enchanted hands on my tits. Paul broke the kisses, got more daring, lifted the pullover to the shoulders, sucked both nipples, and pulled the pullover down. I took a seat on my chair and had a brief look at the couple opposite. He looked like someone saying, whoever you are come on over here, while his wife was put off by me. Paul, on the contrary, was in husband’s paradise and vowed his love. Exuberantly he spoke for the thousandth time about the beauty of my body. There are moments in a guy’s life when I let him linger over my face, tits, and pussy whereas I’m glad to use what I got between the ears, behind the eyes and – foremost – above the shoulders.Sexy shopping was Paul’s desire. The stores had opened by now, we left the cafe and strolled along a shopping promenade. At a jeweler’s shop Paul stopped and suggested we should ask for nipple shields. I raised my doubts, wrong place and so, but he insisted and so we entered. Paul, full of energy, spoke to the salesperson, a man in his late sixties, explained our desires, steadily pointing at my tits. He talked to the shopkeeper like I imagined someone would chat with an Alien on day one on planet earth, a low-brainer who has no idea about funbags and orgasms. Sweat was on the poor man’s brow. Paul took a breath, the jeweler had a chance to scored a point, and said, a man of his age wouldn’t do any in that direction, yet we were not the first ones asking and suggested an adult store in a shopping center. Paul was disappointed, as he confessed later. We took our time, entered a shoe shop, in the vague hope, we could play the magnetizing erotic scene of the movie ‘Sea of Love’ with Ellen Birkin and Al Pacino who played an excellent Al Pacino. Yet, the reality was different, as the shop’s atmosphere was pretty sobering, too many people and Al Pacino wasn’t around either. We left, went to the adult store the jeweler spoke of (Paul: how does he know such things?), with a lot of colorful toys for adults on display. No ambiance where we felt well; in a cafe we took a break. Paul was a wee bit disheartened, had he imagined his TPA day easygoing, and suggested the adult store where the assistant had sucked my boobs. It took him quite a long time to come up with the idea, I thought, and we set off.We couldn’t believe our bad luck. The shop was closed down, the windows plastered with old newspapers. I was disappointed too, because the closer we got, the more excited I was and toyed with ideas about what to do. Thus we stood in front of a closed door, saw a tiny note ‘we moved,’ checked the new address, and walked the new site, just five minutes to go.The new store was a discrete as the former was. Club, videos, toys, books and more read a sign in red above the entrance. At first glance, one could think it was a video and book store for adults, with some toys to buy.We started the game Paul had chosen. He kissed me goodbye, buried his hands in my boobs, kissed me passionately again, and made for the shop. I waited outside, tied up the hair to a ponytail, put on glossy red lipstick, and entered. The store was larger than the other one, modern and cozy illuminated. Soft music of the 70s and 80s played in the background – a brief look, male customers only. Two were browsing videos, another one and the shop assistant chatted, a fourth one was interested in leather clothing.I made my way through a countless number of toys, SM section, eventually nipple shields. I looked at Paul. He blew me a kiss, whispered love you. I took my time to choose the proper shields. There are days when I like to wear the biggest ones I can buy. Days when I want to stand out, show off to everyone my tits, my nipples, my fetish. ‘Hey guys, look at my killer tits. They can shoot, mint coins provide you the hottest touch you ever had, and they can drive me straight to orgasmic heaven.’ At other times I prefer the feeling of hard nipples only, stretched by the ornament, but the shields should be as discreet as possible. It always turns me on when I see women with big hard nipples, poking through the clothes. I made my choice and selected three, a nipple spiral, a big shield, and black rings.At the end of a corridor was a changing booth with swinging doors like those in a western movie. Usually, I would have checked out the cubicle, but I was here to fulfill a promise I had given to the man I love and stripped off the pullover. The arms above the head, a pullover in hands, raised an alarm in the guy’s eyes, presumably straight down to their balls. In short, my doings drew the wished-for-attention. The guys stuck the heads out behind the shelves just to get a glimpse of my naked chest. I thought, not my watch, unbuckled the belt around a hole and pulled the jeans down so that more stomach was visible. If I hadn’t shaved the pussy, the upper pubic hairs would have been visible. I took a straight bursa escort posture, tits out, stomach in, and said loud and clear, ‘I need your help, guys. Come on over and tell me what you think of these shields.’The shopkeeper, Tom, according to the name tag, let go of the items in hand, recognized me, and smiled. ‘I’m so happy to see you again in my new shop, Ruth,’ he said exuberantly and kissed me on a cheek. He took a step back, looked at me like a boy in front of a x-mas tree for the first time, and said ‘you haven’t changed a bit. You are awesome.’ ‘How do you know my name?’ I asked, perplexed.’Your credit card, remember?His words were the final invitation for the other customers to rush by. Paul did not push himself forward and made space for the guys directly in front or next to me. Yet it was him, who dropped the first excited comment on my boobs and the ponytail. The guys joined in, and quickly, I learned that their partners must have the tiniest tits on earth. They all were gentlemen by the books. I tried out two shields and didn’t need to ask for comments. To my surprise, they quickly agreed on the spiral that pulled the nipples most. It was my no.1 choice too. Only the rings were left. They looked nice but were tough to put on. The shopkeeper tried different sizes, I pulled, another guy assisted voluntarily, and eventually, we all agreed these are the hottest of all; hardly visible, but long long nipples.Standing topless in front of strangers was an intoxicating feeling. I felt untamed life inside me, the hearts beats deep into the legs, comforting warmth pouring through the veins and gentle twitches in the vagina. The men’s looks were between you are my angel of luck up to I have already fucked you twice. The guys made me feel doing what I’m supposed to do. It is my body, my face, my tits and my ass, my voice, and I can do as I please, yet I shouldn’t keep my body off from others. It must sound crazy when I say one of my purposes in this life is being naked, having sex, and enjoy others.’Okay, guys,’ I said, ‘you helped me much more you all can imagine. I love to thank you for your time and assistance. In your imagination, you have already massaged and sucked the nipples. You all deserve to kiss them in appreciation.’ They didn’t need an explanation. Tom was the first, squeezed the tits and sucked both nipples simultaneously. When he made room for the next guy, he whispered, ‘we have to finish what we started months ago. Love to pull down your loose jeans and eat you out.’ I ignored him, but I have to confess, his idea wasn’t too bad. However, it was Paul’s day to decide. He was the last one in the queue, didn’t kiss the tits but me, and spoke with a moved voice, ‘I’m so proud of you.’Two customers thanked me a lot for the last time, and excused themselves, too bad, they had to go. Both had to touch my tits again and loved to feel the weight in their hands. One was braver and grabbed my ass firmly.’What about a harness or a labia clip?’ the video customer suggested. Tom shook the head.’ Labia clips are sold out, but have a look at BDSM. Ruth, I think you got the perfect figure and right attitude for leather harness and bondage. If you haven’t tried it, you have no idea what you have missed.’Paul added quickly, ‘Tom is right. My wife would be keen on wearing a harness. Once she dressed up in front of strangers and drove them mad,’ he lied.Adequately dressed in nipples shields, I browsed through the harness and did my best to understand the ideas.”Over there is a changing,’ Tom said and made a gesture to the cubicle I saw already. I took my belongings, the harness, and vanished behind the swing door. The ‘room’ was an arrangement of thick dark red curtains from the ceiling to the floor. I pulled one apart and saw a bar with tables, chairs, and a stage. Now I understood why the store called itself a private club atmosphere.Anyway, I did my best to get along with this funny piece of nothing when my lower body inspired me. Paul, the other customer, and Tom had waited patiently in front of the doors. I left the cubicle, asked Tom for help, opened the belt, and dropped the Jeans on the floor. Underneath, I wore nothing.’Wow,’ Paul said, who had no idea too, and I got full attention. Well, that’s what a customer with big tits and a epilated pussy should expect. Since it was inevitable to touch me, Tom asked politely, and I replied, do what you have to do. I thought he would show some interest in my bald pussy since the harness had a strap between the legs, not to mention his hunger in my womanly part. So he did, and touched the clit a few times entirely accidentally, of course. Turned me on.Our talks and doings draw the attention of one more customer I didn’t see before. He came by, curious who I am. A client? A slut? A shop assistant? He liked what he saw and said awkwardly, ‘you look fantastic.’I stepped in front of the mirror and wasn’t happy with the harness. Hot, yes, but it wasn’t my style. Maybe I wasn’t in the mood for and doffed it. I took the jeans and dressed up in front of the guys when the video customer asked if he might take a photo or two of my boobs or better, the naked body. I would remind him of a gal he had been with.’No! I replied, pretty harsh. ‘No photos, please.’The guy looked disappointed. ‘You guys like my tits?’ I asked, canting.The man grinned. The new bystander moved into gear and poured all sorts of compliments on me. I looked at Paul. In his eyes, I read what I thought too, naked in an adult store in front of strangers was a setting we often had replayed in our fantasies. Paul said, ‘you and Tom seem to know each other. You are an erotic and confident woman, Ruth. Your husband must be very proud of you.’The others laughed and mumbled, ‘hopefully he can handle her.’ I stretched the tits out and said, ‘no photos because of my career, yet I’m fine when you kiss, lick, suck, nibble, or what’s on your mind. First, give me your names.’The three introduced themselves with Paul first, Tom the shopkeeper and the customers’ Daniel and Nick. My unexpected invitation inspired Tom. ‘We run sexy shows, hardcore, and stuff. Yet amateur shows like hysteric reading are highly appreciated by customers. I hope you’re interested, Ruth. You’re damn hot. I get you my calling card … would love to see you again.’ Daniel, a casually dressed guy in his late thirties, put the phone in his pocket. He didn’t need a second invitation and couldn’t resist the hot mountains of lust right in front of him, grabbed my tits with both hands, bent forward, and started to nibble. The very moment his wet and warm tongue touched my right tit, a tingling sensation flooded me, cascaded through my body. I don’t know why I got the damn goose pimples too.Daniel was passionately engrossed in my breasts. Paul said, make way, want one too, and bit a nipple he knew all too good. While the two were busy with my tits, I looked at Nick. He was the tallest and the youngest one of all. His clothes, black jeans, white shirt, and leather jacket spoke of money.Contrary to the others, he seemed very relaxed if he would satisfy women like me day in day out. I got curious about who he is and reminded the others to give Nick a chance as well. He smiled, kissed me on the corner of the mouth, the chin, a wet kiss on the throat, and licked off a tit. He was more daring, laid his left arm on my back, pulled me close to his slender body, pushed the hand under my jeans, and grabbed an ass cheek. Nick knew what a woman like me wants. His right hand let go of my tit, slid gently over my belly. I couldn’t see Pauls’ face and pulled Nick’s hands off.Daniel noticed what was going on and said, ‘Make my day, Ruth, and I make yours. Let me eat you out, and I settle your bill. What do you think?’Paul added, ‘take my advice, honey, Daniel’s proposal sounds hot and safe. I’m game…’ Nick didn’t say a word, just smiled strangely calm.’Best we go to the club,’ Tom said ‘we don’t run shows at that time of day. You can do as you please. If you guys like to fuck, condoms only. I can’t risk a health issue here.’ I laughed and asked, ‘what makes you think I love to fuck?’ ‘Because you wanted to the last time in the store. Turns you on. If so, count me in.’ To underline his offer, he threw me a package of ten condoms.One of the reasons I like physical stuff, as Paul says, is the passion of people, ardent zeal, lust, and desire for the first time. Paul! With all my heart, I was so glad he was with me. A quick look in his loving eyes, and I read a list of joy. Paul, a cuckold, one of his crazy wishes as he says about himself, me his amateur whore. I didn’t trust my ears when I heard myself saying, ‘listen guys. No double penetration, and fucking my ass is off-limit too. And when I say stop, I mean it. Paul, you’re my guardian. Let’s go and have some fun.’ Tom called an assistant and informed him he would show us the club, and he didn’t want any disturbance. The room had the arrangement and atmosphere of a jazz club in the 1920s, with cozy chairs around seven oval tables, a small bar. Maybe 40 people could be seated. The smell of fresh paint hung in the air, black and white pictures of erotic women covered the walls around. The low light, candles on the tables made the room relaxing. Tom asked what we think of the club. ‘Looks great,’ I said to sound halfway decent and was grateful for the chitchat to relax. He jumped on the stage, pushed an electric switch, and the wall with a large screen spun and revealed a spacious bed on its rear. He fumbled with his phone and played music of the 1970s. ‘Ruth, we all feel honored to see you on stage,’ Tom said, gave me a hand, and led me in front of the bed. ‘Gentlemen, we proudly present our hottest amateur dancer, Ruth. Please give her a warm welcome,’ he said slickly.Here escort bursa I stood in front of four guys watching me what’s coming next. I felt like in an erotic dream, a trance when I’m aware of people present but almost invisible to me like behind silk veil. One person of the four belongs to me, and yet it’s up to me to make his day, our day. I can’t tell how often I stripped for Paul, for ex-lovers, for myself. As if guided by invisible strings, I began to dance to the Commodores’ music, ‘Three times a lady.’ Since there wasn’t much left to undress, I shook the tits, showed the new shields to the audience, grabbed the tits, and sucked my nipples. I bent, jumped, spun around, opened the belt of the jeans, pulled it out slowly, and threw it to my fans. I pushed a hand in the jeans, massaged the clit, stuck a finger in the vagina, pretended spasms, and put a look of an enormous orgasm on the face. I pulled the hand out and licked off the coated juice hedonistic. The jeans dropped down, wrapped around one foot, kicked it off, raised the leg, and did the splits in front of the four, standing on one foot. Paul grinned and gave me a thumbs-up, Nick and Tom applauded.I’m used to standing on one leg, the other above the head, while Paul ate me out or fucked me. The sight of me, the bald wet pussy, was too much for Daniel. He jumped on the stage, put his arms around the leg I was standing on, hold me tightly, stuck out his tongue, and circled my clit. ‘Wow!’ I heard Tom yelling, and I lost balance first the time in a good ten months, and fell on the bed. Daniel mistook it for an invitation, dropped the pants, and unveiled a stiff cock, which could be Paul’s’. Tom threw the condoms to me. I was thankful for his gesture. Hence it’s me who decides what’s next or not.I took Daniel’s prick in the mouth, put my red lips around it, and sucked it. Daniel moaned. He was ready for a hot fuck. I ripped a condom open and slipped it over his amazing hard dick. ‘Don’t waste time, no foreplay,’ I believed to hear my pussy say, got on all fours, and Daniel penetrated me doggy. Tenderly he entered me, deeper and deeper until I felt his penis root on my coochie, pulled it out, and pumped his dick forcefully deep inside. He hit the clit, his balls touched my legs. We moaned. Daniel quickened and fucked me as fast as a rabbit. This was too much for both of us when we instantly exploded. Paul took it sportingly and said later we needed twenty seconds at most. Daniel fell flat on the back next to me, gasping for breath, whereas I felt relaxed like a huge burden was taken off my shoulders. ‘That was hot and quick,’ Tom said. I turned around, all guys had dropped the clothes already. Tom was next. A perfect hard, slightly skyward shaped dick waited for action. Not as strong as Paul’s, but longer. ‘This is crazy,’ I said and knelt again.Tom was different. He slid his dick in my pussy, which seemed to last endless. Daniel had grabbed my upper legs with both hands. On the contrary, Tom leaned over me, got hold of my dangling tits, cupped them, got the nipples between two fingers, and held them tightly. Once I had a lover who did the same. We didn’t get along, yet fucking was heaven!Tom was a wizard. He put his dick where I got the most pleasure. The tip massaged the G-Spot, and when I thought I couldn’t hold an orgasm back any longer, he penetrated me entirely, hit the clit with his balls, and I shot to sexual heaven. Spasms ran through my body, I screamed on top of the lungs, yet Tom didn’t follow me. ‘Let’s do it again. You’re awesome,’ he said, puffing, laid flat down, made me sit on top of him, facing the audience. Now it was on me to set the pace. I leaned back, hands next to Tom’s face, spread the legs for the benefit of Paul and Nick. The boobs flew up and down, Tom grabbed my ass, lifted me up, and fucked me faster and harder. He was like a guy in a porn movie, no surprise. Anyway, he turned me on, soon I got another orgasm and so did Tom. This time it was me who fell on the bed, breathlessly.Laying flat on the belly, Nick caressed my back and kissed my ass cheeks in a strange, familiar way. It felt like I would know him from a former life, had all forgotten, until the day he made love to me. I turned to him and saw the biggest cock of my life right in front of my belly. Even the other guys dropped comments, while Tom was pleased to tell, Nick would be one of his assets in the club. No other guy had stamina like him and a nine-inch dick. ‘He is my gift for you, Ruth, ‘ Tom said. Nick laid down next to me a condom spanned over his long manhood. He too grabbed my hips, rolled me on top, and made me sit on him. His dick parted my pussy lips and aroused me. I felt like in my teens, when I fucked my first boyfriend all night long. A brief look at Paul, who smiled. His cock was fully erected too.I got up, pulled the condom off, laid flat down on Nick, sucked his cock spread the legs, and let him eat me out. I kissed his knob end, took it between the lips, sucked it gently, and enjoyed the taste. I was soon bobbing back and forth on his lovely manhood while his warm tongue sucked my juice and circled my bud. I took his big shaft deep in the mouth, eager to experience what I saw in a porn video and closed the eyes. Imaginary pictures aroused about sex life in ecstasy. I knew fucking Nick required stamina and had to be enjoyed. I’d never been in bed with a professional porn actor, and I was grateful to Tom for his gift. Please do not think, when his cock was in my mouth, and he enchanted my pussy, I had such thoughts. The words followed much later at home. ‘Let’s get on your knees and give me head’ I heard Nick say. We changed positions. I sucked his impressive dick when I felt someone behind me. It was Daniel who penetrated me and started to fuck like a rabbit again. Two guys pleasing me was a long time ago. Rabbit Daniel made it fast to orgasmic heaven, fell on the floor and breathed heavy.It’s no dream. I’m in a state of sexual ecstasy, I had to remind myself, took another condom, pulled it over Nick’s dick, and said ‘take me doggy, slowly, I’m not used to this size.’ I don’t know why, I stuck the butt high in the air, hands on the bed; a side view for Paul and the others. Nick got behind me, pulled the pussy lips apart, entered me slowly, and firmly grabbed my upper legs. He moaned for the first time. In my life, I enjoyed various objects in my vagina like cocks, strap-ons, fruits, dildos, fingers, bottles, candles, a variety of balls, wooden sticks and poles, cans, and even the tongue of dog. He was different. Heavy, occupying, taking up. Every stroke he made felt like widening and contracting my womanly tube. At first, I was afraid of his dick’s length. He might hit the neck of the womb, which is no fun at all. However, he didn’t. Relaxed, I enjoyed the enormous dick and looked at the others. They all were still naked, two cocks had satisfied me already. I shook the tits, made them dangle in all directions, and was once more proud of my massive gift of nature. The guy at my other end had excellent stamina indeed, to good to be distracted. He moved his chest back and forth like a fucking machine. His lower belly pounded in rhythm on my clit. His dick moved what seemed endlessly out, just to enter me endlessly again. I squeezed him as much as I did with Paul, relaxed the muscles, yet, he showed no reaction. This might go one for a while. Two horny guys understood my tit message, got on the stage, laid down on the bed, moved the heads underneath my tits, and sucked what needed to be sucked. Three guys satisfying me, the man of my life watching me, his face was soaking wet, sweat glittered in the light.Nick asked me to turn around and lay down flat on the back, pussy facing Paul. I did so quickly and spread the legs and put them on Nick’s shoulders. Now, he fucked me vigorous. Daniel and Tom had rubbed their dicks to full size and got on the knees next to my mouth. I took both cocks in the hands, licked the tips simultaneously, made touch them. It didn’t take for long, and they sprayed their hot cum on my face. ‘Lay down, love to ride you,’ I said eagerly to Nick, not to lose the moment’s joy. He did, and I rode him. This was even better. I set the rhythm, slowly and fast, make him penetrate me deeply or just an inch to touch the g-spot. I started to fuck him like professionals we saw in movies, moving the pelvis up and down, back and forth. I took his hands, made him grab my ass cheeks, bend forward, and let the boobs swing in front of his face. He stretched out the tongue, eager to lick. His heart was pounding, his dick thrusting hard. I tensed the muscles as hard as I could around his penis, bend even more forward, let him suck my tits, buried his face between, and he screamed. His body shook in spasms. I felt him pumping hot cum in the vagina. He seized my ass cheeks so hard that it hurt, and I exploded too. Satisfied, breathless, dripping with sweat, I sat on the guy’s lap. His dick inside of me, slowly losing its size, while he massaged my tits. Nick stared at me like he would memorize me till the end of his days. He pulled me close to his tongue, licked the nipples while his hands moved between the legs, rubbing my clit and his dick simultaneously. Sweat ran down his face. I bent forward and kissed him on the cheeks. A guy, who I just fucked with, who’s dick was about to come to life again. Paul! I almost forgot him and turned to him. His dick was as hard as I like it. The three men stood close together, looking at me, showing their assets. Seeing Paul made me horny, a reflection since I was the one who put her pussy in the wind.’Paul, I’m glad you are the last one who fucks me. I love doggy for my life. Grab my waist from behind and fuck me relentlessly. Relentlessly! Did you hear bursa escort bayan me?’I got on all fours, Paul jumped on the stage, pull over a condom, got on the bed, and penetratedmy soaking wet pussy. He grabbed my upper legs and pounded me. The others watched his cock going in and out. They had already given many moans and faces of pleasure to me. Yet, they couldn’t see my face from behind. Paul was the most forceful of all. A split of a second he puzzled me. Countless times I had asked him to fuck me as brutal as he can. Thus he delivered a soft version of what I had in mind. Wouldn’t he be my husband, I had serious doubts, whether the guy at me rear is going to **** me. He moaned scarcely audible, yet I knew he isn’t close to cum. He shook my bones, banged his lower body to my pelvic bone. I had to close the eyes to perceive who I was married to. Watching his wife getting banged must have turned out the devil in him. WOW!’Lay down on your back,’ he said, no, he commanded me, breathing heavier. I did, spread the legs, which he grabbed, lifted me, and rammed his dick inside of me. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked an put a broad grin on the face. At least I could be sure it was Paul, who shook me heavy, took my boobs to a test. ‘Come on guys, she has deserved it, spray your cum on her.’ he said. Well, its what I do remember. I had many sketchy memories, later completed by Paul. Dicks were over my face. I grabbed one, stroke it, sucked another. One guy sprayed his load on my face. Paul quickened, spasms run through me, someone twitched a nipple, I breathed heavy, screamed, another guy stuck his tongue in my mouth, we kissed briefly but hot when I exploded. The man inside of me pumped his sperm in the condom. I couldn’t tell up and down, right or left, I wasn’t no longer in the world. I felt every inch of my lower body, aching muscles, a slightly burning pussy. The tits were swollen and wet by cum.Paul recovered pretty quickly, my legs rested on his upper legs, bend around his waist. His dick was still inside of me. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, mimicking Tom, ‘you just fucked my wife. You all were awesome and fulfilled a wish of us.’The others were in the fits of laughter. ‘Keep on dreaming,’ Daniel said, and Nick added, ‘I would never give her away to another guy, would she be my wife.’ ‘You got a sense of humor, Paul, ‘ Tom replied.Paul went on, ‘we all will not forget this day. We trust in your discretion, as you can trust ours. What has happened here, stays here. Ruth is the woman of my life from many perspectives. You just experienced one of her hottest.’Daniel said quick-witted, ‘If you are in a desperate need of a threesome, count me in.’We got up, exhausted, soaking wet. Tom offered us a shower. Paul and Daniel thankfully declined, don’t know why. On the contrary, I wasn’t willing to go outside so sweaty. I didn’t mind the sperm on my tits and face, but I felt like I needed to relax by taking a good long shower. Daniel handed me his card, kissed me goodbye, and said, it would be a pleasure to pay the bill. Tom quickly got dressed, opened a fridge behind a counter, handed Paul a beer, and left the theater. Nick, still naked, said he would take me to the showers. I grabbed my stuff and followed him.Nick said he would love to see me again and asked if Paul had told the truth. I confirmed that we are married for almost fifteen years. He was visible puzzled and confessed, he had fucked a lot of women, was together with a few, but someone like me, who did all the fucking out of love for her husband, he had never met before. ‘Let’s have a shower together,’ I said. He smiled, got gel and towels, turned on the water, and got close to me. I took his hand off the temperature control, turned it slowly to cold, embraced him, and squeezed my body on his. On the tiptoes, I kissed him tenderly on the mouth and whispered, thank you. He wanted to kiss me too, yet I pushed him back, pressed the shower gel in his hand, and said wash me.Nick knew what a woman feels for. His big hands glided tenderly over my body, feeling each of my curves as if he wanted to read a map and memorize it forever. He asked me to lean my back against him and massaged my hair and head with devotion. His cock was not fully aroused, but so hard that I cuddled against it with my bottom. Yet, my ass cheeks had a more powerful effect on him I had intended. And it was a more pleasing effect on me, I thought. To feel this long, erected cock between my ass cheeks was as erotic as it was stimulating.Slowly his hands moved over my face, felt my cheekbones, and slid over my mouth. I closed the eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his body in my back, and the cold water on my face, on my breasts, opened the mouth and sucked Nick’s fingers. I took his hands and let them slide further down over my body. He grabbed my tits and massaged the nipples. It was so divine that I leaned the head further back, looked at him, and opened the mouth. Nick lowered the head, and we kissed passionately. Lastly, he said, “I want you.I said, “wait. Tom gave me a package of ten condoms. A few are left.’ I rushed out of the shower, took my phone, texted Paul, ‘cuckold–shower-soon,’ got a condom, tore it open, went back to Nick, sucked devoted his wet cock, and pulled a condom over.He grabbed my thighs and lifted me. I put the legs around his hips, held me tied on his neck, and sank into the depths of passionate kisses. Feeling this fantastic long cock at the entrance of my pussy made me crazy. Nick broke the kiss, opened the mouth, and stuck the tongue out. I did so too. Together we drank the water of the shower above us. Steps! Paul must have read my text. I couldn’t stick my tongue in Nick’s mouth fast enough. Feeling his penis root on the clitoris made me horny for this guy.He pushed me with the back at the wall and penetrated me. We were like two metals melted to a perfect amalgam. A brief look behind him, and I saw a half dozen people watching us. Nick didn’t. He fucked me steady and forcefully like I imagine a machine. My whole body ached almost wonderfully with pleasure. The clitoris was overwrought, the vagina hurt, the nipples were hypersensitive, and the swollen areolas wouldn’t fade away. I felt the legs and stomach muscles with every movement. In short, four men had fucked me sensationally. I saw Paul, who looked at me in disbelieve. Me under a shower getting fucked was a scene of a movie he spoke of frequently and said, he would hope to see me one day. Nick moaned and fucked me faster and harder. His balls banged at my upper legs, his hands covered my ass cheeks completely. He kissed me hard. I couldn’t think a second longer, climaxed, and screamed in each other mouths.Nick held me a moment when we both lost all energy and glided down to the floor. I promised myself, no sex for weeks.People clapped hands and made comments like, ‘that was hot. A gal said, ‘you both know to fuck. Look at Nick; he got a crush on her.’ Tom said, ‘two energetic’s took stock of each other.’ Another gal yelled, ‘Ruth, we have to fuck as well. You make me wet just by looking at you.’ Only Paul reached me a hand and asked, ‘are you alright?’Epilogue When we left the club, it was raining. Here and there, the half-moon broke through dark clouds. It was cold. I was tired, exhausted, and had only one thought, let’s get home quickly. We didn’t speak much. Once Paul broke the silence and said one of the ladies working in the club had puzzled him who said, Nick got a crush on me. ‘Do I have to worry?’ he asked. ‘For the love of God, Paul, NO!’ You should know this,’ I replied. Back home, I took a hot bath and Paul a shower. As a rule, he would have invited me to an upscale restaurant. Thus I wasn’t in the mood for, so he did his very best in the kitchen and created a delicious fish menu.After intercourse with others, many people write that their sex life became more passionate.Fortunately, we never lacked passion. Perhaps a little too much routine had gotten into the relationship. Since this Saturday, our senses and attention to each other have changed significantly. We rediscovered ourselves and paid much more attention to the wishes and feelings of the other. The bond between us has become much more substantial and intense.In the first days, I was worried that I had crossed a marital line with passionate kissing and fucking with Nick and spoke to Paul. Unlike me, he took the situation very relaxed and said I had followed my immediate feelings, and this included kissing. I replied kissing is very intimate and should be reserved for my husband. He pondered for a while and finally said, ‘fucking guys is also very intimate. Whether you stick his cock in your mouth or his tongue makes no difference to me. For you, Ruth, it made a big difference because you experienced the moment more intensely and passionately. You asked if it bothers me. No, as long as your feelings for me and the bond between us don’t suffer. I’m perfectly fine.’ ‘What I have to say,’ Paul continued, ‘as Tom, Daniel, and Nick noticed, you are a most unusual woman. I thought I know you. That day I learned how passionate, determined, and generous you are. The two of us are like a couple who does a lot of sports. One can run a marathon, hands down, and the other is happy to make half the distance. Why should one stop the other? You are a marathon woman.’ He smiled and added, ‘you did a big chunk of my bucket list in one go.’I felt very honored, yet I replied, ‘your bucket list is certainly not empty. Your imagination is too vivid.’He grinned and said, ‘I’m looking forward to my next TPA day.’This Saturday taught me two lessons. First, it’s me, the marathon woman, who makes our fantasies come true. Watching me having sex is another kind of very personal bondage between Paul and me. I do it for him in the first place, the man I love, my guardian angel. To be perfectly frank with you, secondly, I like to satisfy my slutty side. As a side-note, I never got paid before, wasn’t too bad.Love and stay safeRuthPS: I wonder what you have to say about Paul?

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