And if you take and discard all prohibitions? What if one day you wake up in a world where all erotic desires are allowed and, besides being allowed, they are also easily fulfilled ... What if all the prohibitions are really just an illusion?
So I reasoned, thinking about what I would like to experience in my sex life ...
I never liked vulgarity, all these cheap porn divas with their unnatural "Ya!", "Ya!" ... Why so much vulgarity in such a wonderful genre as erotica? Or vile blacks - well, I do not like blacks - they have limited intelligence! How I do not like fat, white-skinned, pimply, vulgar, jerky ...
Why is it always like this in erotica? Why is there no mystery, beauty, intimacy in it? After all, a short skirt does not mean attractive.
Something completely different is attractive ... A girl in a veil is much more desirable if she is dressed correctly and presented in the right light ...
Having discarded all prohibitions, I began to explore what I really wanted to experience ...
There is no hard strawberry in these fantasies (at least up to a point) ...
So.
My husband invites me to a restaurant, asking me to put on sexy lingerie (although I never saved my energy or money on this) ... After we got into the car, he turns my knees towards him and slightly spreading my legs and , kissing me, puts a very beautiful garter on my leg. This is a must, because these are the very little things that decide what happens to you - a cheap fuck or an erotic adventure ...
We're going to a place I haven't been yet, but it must be an expensive restaurant with a table booked for three. We arrive, sit down, start ordering, have leisurely conversations, and at that moment a waiter comes up to us and hands me a rose from a stranger who asks permission to sit with us for a few minutes...
We allow. A pleasant young man comes up, with the figure of my husband and about the same height. We politely introduce ourselves, and we continue the dinner the three of us.
Of course, I guess that he is not an accidental guest here and it excites me a lot ... My lips are starting to get bigger, and my panties are getting wet. Of course, a blush appears on the cheeks, by which my gentlemen understand what I want now ...
But ... we have dinner, we talk, we talk about our addictions. The conversation is of a sexual nature. Yes, we are talking about him, but not about him at the same time. A thin, barely perceptible line between light and shadow ... And most importantly, nothing superfluous, except that I got up to go to the toilet for a minute, and at the exit I ran into my husband, who, imperceptibly to the eyes of the rest of the public, held his finger right at me between my legs, which makes my nipples swollen and I just radiate the smell of sex.
Dinner is over - we go out into the fresh air, a stranger offers to call on him for a cup of tea. We agree. We get into the car - a stranger helps me sit forward, and he sits in the back seat.
We arrive at an apartment with an exotic interior and burning candles. In the middle there is a round table, three armchairs, and a little further away there is a large beautiful sofa.
Candles are burning on the table, there is a bottle of expensive red wine, chocolate, fruit.
Then a stranger takes a grape and puts it in my mouth ... My husband watches with interest what will happen next ... I take it with my teeth and bite it so that the juice splashes on my lip and runs down my chin. The stranger pulls me to him and gently licks the moisture flowing down my chin, gently moving higher to my lips.
Even from a distance, I can feel my husband's trousers become hard in characteristic places. Meanwhile, I merge into a passionate kiss with a stranger. And the most exciting thing about it is that my husband gently sips hot coffee and, despite his arousal, finds the composure to just watch, and not stand up and tear me apart with his huge (believe me) cock.
Meanwhile, the stranger gently descends to my neck, caresses my chest with sensual fingers, descends to the tummy and, without touching the most voluptuous place, descends to my feet. Then he pulls off my shoe, gropes for the rubber band of the stocking with his fingers and gently pulls off one stocking with his teeth. At this point, my lover becomes less interested in coffee than I am, and he slowly gets up. From somewhere, a black bandage appears in his hands, with which he blindfolds my eyes, while the stranger removes the second stocking from me. The garter that my husband gave me in the car the day before is still on me, and it turns me on a lot. Although I'm already somewhere on the verge of reality and unreality ... I'm already bending all over like a wild cat and moaning with pleasure in such a way that sometimes I drown out the sounds of the gently flowing "Enigma". I take both men's hands in mine and put two fingers into my mouth and start sucking them ...
In all this there is one very pleasant feature for me - it all happens extremely slowly and gently. Nobody rush.
Then someone picks me up and carries me to the sofa, but doesn’t put me down, but sits me down and I feel like two hands unbutton my dress and start caressing my chest, and at the same time two more hands go down and start caressing my thighs ... I I begin to moan very loudly in requests to let me feel the male power with my mouth ... One of the men puts his penis in my mouth, and I begin to caress him eagerly, while the second introduces a small penis into my ass and turns on the vibrator. I begin to choke with pleasure and ask the men to switch places. By this moment, only a garter remains on me from clothes, and I am completely naked and beautiful ...
Then I beg one of them to enter me without taking out anything that is already in me, and we gently merge in the ecstasy of pleasure.
This is how the first round of the night goes…
After I have an orgasm, my men come out of me, put me on clean sheets, and we all rest together, although for them it's just a respite, however, as well as for me.
We get up and go for coffee or wine. I smoke a magic cigarette flavored with tobacco, and at the very moment of relaxation, a stranger's hand is between my legs, and my husband's cock is in my mouth ...