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Where do I start?
The start? The End? The Middle?
This story can be seen as a warning to anyone dabbling in swinging, cuckold sex, MILF, voyeurism, and exhibitionism. When sexual fantasy becomes reality, this was, sadly, how it ended. Now I face the harsh reality of a future of solitude. I only have the company of the photos and the films of our exploits as company.
I start with our holiday in Liverpool in 2018, we had been married a year. My fresh wife, Joanna, was undoubtedly attractive with her Latin looks of a sultry middle-class woman.. She was a sexy petite brunette and had a lovely infectious smile. Joanna’s skin was smooth and shiny, mainly because she applied coconut oil to it every day and before bed at night. Her taste in clothes was as sexy as her body. She was mischievous but ultimately a dedicated wife. I was going to say faithful, and you could say she was. She was faithful to her husband’s kinky dark sexual desires. The devoted wife who surrendered her body to strangers at the start, the middle, and the end of our relationship.
I begin with Liverpool because I’m here now. It is summer and the sun is trying to make its way through the closed curtains of my hotel room. I don’t want to go outside in the cheerful sunshine. I want to go back to the summer of 2017. We were staying in a 5-star hotel, not the average budget hotel room here.
I sit here remembering her smile, her flashing good looks, her carefully pink-painted fingernails, and her tight silver blouse showing her sexy bust. Her leather trousers encased her lovely legs and only I knew for now of her Brazilian waxed pussy in those silver trousers. Her sexy silver high heels completed her sultry seductiveness.
We walked out of the luxurious hotel into the evening sunshine just like it is tonight. That day we had gone on a mystery bus tour of the history of The Beetles. It was fun and eventful, with us visiting Yellow Brick Lane, the homes of The Beetles, and Strawberry Lane to name but a few of the main attractions. That night we were going to the Cavern Club, the original birthplace of the Beetles. At the club, Joanna hugged the life-sized John Lennon statue like a lover…my cock stirred into life thinking he was enjoying the warmth of my wife’s body and affections. This cold statue though did not reciprocate Joanna’s attentions.
The Cavern Club did not disappoint; it was a night to remember with Joanna taking films escort bayan şişli of the many artists singing Beetles songs on her mobile. She was joyful and playful. Singing and dancing to the songs and taking selfies of herself. I, on my part, declined to take a selfie.. preferring to take pictures of her at this club in the sea of light of mobile phones in the air.
Our feet were tired towards midnight, from standing and listening to the covers sung by these talented musicians. The mood was fun and light, after an exhausting yet memorable day. The seagulls were loudly voicing their presence to us just as the music did that night. We walked back to the hotel in the darkness. It was a 25 minute walk with Joanna taking photos of nearly everything, including the beauty of the modern architecture that caught her attention.
Joanna stopped just under the giant circle wheel carousel to take a picture. My patience was being tested, and I was starting to get mischievous. I started kissing her behind a multi-colored sphere. As I kissed my wife, I saw an outline of a stranger smoking outside one of the five-star hotels right next to our hotel. We were around 10 meters away under the lamp post that lit up the statue and so we could easily be seen by the stranger. We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwined with each other, and then I groped my wife’s chest. She had no bra on and I wanted to take her tits out of her blouse with the intention that the stranger could feast his eyes and lust for her.
“No,” she said at first. I was stubborn and said “Yes”. I think she thought I was in a bad mood already, because of the amount of photo taking that day and evening. I then whispered into her ear that she had an admirer watching us.
“Real? Serio?”She asked in her broken Spanglish and turned around to see him.
We could just about see his silhouette blowing smoke into the summer air. He was an older man, that much I could make out. This made it all the more exciting; this man had probably had a boring evening, and here we turned up out of the blue. Joanna did prefer older men to younger, and in our courting days, she told me of the affair she had with a married middle-aged professor. He was much older than her, and he had the experience of making a woman happy in bed or in this case his office at the university.
She knew that this excited me, and so ultimately she resigned herself to my desire escort merter for her to be shown off to this man. Joanna knew of my cuckold fantasies when we got engaged. I told her of my sexual fantasies of my future wife-to-be, to be seen in the arms of other men, and having illicit, passionate sex while I watched.
“You are beautiful, show him,” I said and persuaded her so I took the front of the silver blouse down, and her tits spilled out to my delight.
Her milky silky tits were on show, and the stranger moved closer, just up to the point where the glass metal rail stopped. He had a great view in the lamplight that cut the midnight darkness.
“He is moving closer…. now he has stopped!” I excitedly said to her in the mood like a randy teenager on his first date.
“Really?” she asked inquisitively and moaned at the attention of my greedy fingers. I was pinching her dark nipples to make them more stiff.
“What could we do?” I thought…
I wanted to show him more of my wife’s beautiful body.
We were there for a time, I can’t remember how long it was, maybe it was about 5 minutes when suddenly the man put out his cigarette. It was getting colder.
“Let’s go now,” she said. I went along with it, thinking our fun had ended. I was looking forward to screwing the life out of my sexy wife when we got back to our hotel room.
We walked hand in hand back to our hotel in the now cool air of midnight. Joanna’s high heels clicked on the cold concrete floor making an echo in the open space between the hotels. It was a sexy sound, the feminine sound of a woman.
I looked back to see the stranger following us. It was as if the sound of her heels was attracting him to follow her. Maybe it was a mating call to my wife’s admirer? Just like the seagulls were doing at that same time?
“He is following us!” I whispered to her. He was silently stalking behind us, and I felt he was at a safe distance and could not possibly harm us. He looked like a typical pensioner in fact.
“Real?” She said her eyes looked surprised at me, and she smiled out of unbelief.
“What should we do?” she asked in this kinky situation.
“Let’s just go back to our hotel!”I whispered.
He continued to follow and I thought, was he really going to follow us to our hotel? My mind buzzed with what he might do. Was he going to follow us all the way to our hotel room?
I thought not because escort bayan mecidiyeköy the hotel lift was activated by a hotel guest’s key card. Unless he went with us in the elevator?
We went through the swinging glass doors of our hotel hand in hand. There was funky, sexy music being played in the lobby. In the center of the lobby, there was a great rock sphere that divided the bar from the guests’ chairs, so we turned left.
“Let’s go and sit over here,” I said out of mischief.
The grey sofas we sat in were like the ones you could find at the airport. They had high sides and backs and a type of roof. The sofas looked like little coves where one could sit hidden from prying public eyes unless you were sitting at the right angle to the sofa to see us
We did exactly as we did when we were outside. The receptionist was not there, and the bartenders were far away at the bar. All of the five other guests were engrossed in their own conversation on their high stools by the bar. We continued where we left off, out of the corner of my eye while French kissing my wife, I whispered to her saying he was making his way into the hotel lobby.
“No!” She said unbelievably.
I was thinking about what should we do now.
The man turned right, making his way to the bar. This surprised me because he was not coming in our direction. He ordered a drink, looked around, and made a straight beeline to the only free chair which had the right angle to watch us secretively and in the comfort of the warmth of the hotel.
“He is coming!” I whispered excitedly in my wife’s ear.
We pretended to be engrossed in each other, while the stranger sipped his beer as he certainly enjoyed the view unfolding to him.
Now he could see everything comfortably from his chair only 5 meters away from us.
My wife moaned as I slipped my tongue into her open mouth. I was angling her so that she could not see him directly. He could see her though, The stranger was carefully stroking his growing erection through his jeans. I could see his excitement as I could soon see a tent appear in his crotch.
Joanna suddenly turned because of my attention to this man enjoying and obviously savoring the sight of my wife uncovered, and hearing the quiet sounds of her moans of arousal.
She whispered into my ear: “He excited.”.
“Excited?” I asked her as I continued my attention on her making her nipples stand erect in his view.
“Of course…he excited.” She answered me and moaned in my arms, and smiled seductively at him now, and not at me. I could tell she was turned on by this situation. She was now a bitch in heat and now was the moment to ask her. I felt she liked the attention…
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