Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
EmmaWe had just made love and I was snuggled into his body and, although I was hot, I wanted to hold on to him. My pussy was still tingling from my lovely orgasm, and I could feel his cum on the top of my thighs, which were hooked over his hips. I looked down his body and smiled. His beautiful cock was lying across his body, still covered in his cum and my juices.“Eddie. Are you going to swim tomorrow, before you go?” I asked. I was hoping he would say no, as that would mean we would have time to make love.“Oh, I need to,” he replied. “I’m not going to be able to swim this weekend and I think that will be my last one.” I understood. He had a big race the following weekend and even though he said he was ready, it was a comfort factor for him. Typical Eddie. Prepare and prepare again. And I wasn’t going to complain. I ran my hand up and down his body a few times. God, he is gorgeous and he’s mine.This would be the first weekend we would not be together for over three years. That was crazy really, but it had been a crazy three years. Just the other morning, as I was sipping my coffee in the garden, enjoying the late summer sun, I had a moment of reflection. How many had it been now? Just the fact that I had lost count said everything.In the first year alone, I had had three threesomes, the last of which is forever burned into my memory, as Eddie had been the third person. And I now accompanied him on most of his trips, perhaps two or even three every month, and although not all were ‘successful’, I had lost count of the number of the men I had fucked. Tall, short, big and small. There had been a few that I thought might be a disappointment but turned out to be wonderful, and some which promised to be wonderful which were perhaps not so. And we had had a few, quite incredible nights, notably when Eddie was there. It was early September and Eddie was off for an end-of-season weekend with his cricket mates. It had been planned ages ago, but I had nothing planned and I wasn’t thinking of doing anything particular over the weekend. But on Monday before, my friend Helen rang. She knew Eddie would be away and asked if I would fancy a weekend in Cornwall.She had been invited to the wedding of her friend’s son, and she had accepted months ago but her husband, Mike, couldn’t go now due to work commitments.The wedding venue itself was on the beach, part of a restaurant below the cliffs. If you don’t know North Cornwall, you should imagine steep cliffs, with wonderful beaches Maltepe Escort between rocky headlands. This one was just east of a very lively holiday town.Helen explained that the guest house was all booked and paid for and was a short walk to the venue. And there would be lots of fizz, and lots of dancing. The forecast looked great, so I thought why not? On the Friday morning I kissed Eddie goodbye, and Helen and I set off. We got to the guest house early afternoon and after booking in, we went exploring. The wedding venue was set up. It was a fabulous location. I had been to this cove before. It is down a steep stairway cut into the rocks which lead directly onto the sand. The restaurant has an excellent reputation and in front of it, just above the high tide line, was a beautiful marquee. We had an early dinner, a few drinks, and an early night. We were both excited for tomorrow.In the morning, we were up early, and popped down to the venue and helped with the final bits and pieces. Helen introduced me to her friend, and we met the bride’s parents, and everyone seemed so friendly. And then back to our room to put on our ‘glad-rags’. Helen is great fun. In fact, she is far better fun when she isn’t with her husband. I don’t dislike him, but he appears to be very controlling.She is a very attractive woman, a couple of years younger than me, and as we got ready, I noticed she had a lovely full figure, and she put on some sexy underwear, which I commented on. She said she didn’t get to wear this very often, and this seemed an ideal opportunity. I picked my bra and panties out of my case and quickly put them on.“Wow,” she said, and I looked up. She was looking directly at my panties.“Do you like them?” I asked.“Well yes,” she said, “they are very pretty. There’s not much of them but yes, very pretty.” But she continued to look at me. “But are you completely shaved?”I turned and took my lovely summer dress off the hanger and slipped it on. A quick check in the mirror and I then turned to face her.“Yes, completely,” I said. “And Eddie loves it, and so do I.” And she gave me the biggest smile imaginable.“You look drop-dead gorgeous,” she said.“And so do you,” I said, and we grabbed our purses and off we went arm-in-arm. I love a wedding. The weather was lovely, and the setting was stunning. The tide was retreating, and the sound of waves and gulls made everything seem just so different. Helen and I were on a table near the Maltepe Escort Bayan back of the marquee, but our group was great company, and it was great fun. The food was superb, and the drinks flowed at quite a rate.Speeches done, everyone was outside chatting and laughing, while the tables were whisked away, and the dance floor put down. A lovely young couple on our table introduced some of their friends. They were all friends of the bride and like her, they were in their late twenties. The girls all seemed so young and beautiful and the young men, handsome and charming. It was delightful and Helen and I chatted away with the youngsters and drank the fizz. We were having such a lovely time.I slipped away to use the bathroom and whilst I was there, I messaged Eddie.“Hi darling. Wonderful wedding. Lots of fizz. How r u doing?” I checked my make-up and quickly brushed my hair.“Fine. Cricket is great. Drinking too much.” But before I could reply he messaged again. “Have fun.” Did he mean fun, or did he mean ‘fun’? And should I ask? I wasn’t sure I should, so I left it at that.When I got back to the marquee, the music had started, and Helen was waiting for me, and we hit the dance floor. I love a dance, as does Helen and it was great fun and soon we were dancing with each other, and all the youngsters, all randomly. But as the evening went on, two of the lads, Steve and Nathan, were spending most of their time dancing with Helen and me. They were both very handsome young men. They had been seated just in front of us during the wedding dinner and I had spotted them looking over their shoulders at us at the time. It was only about 8.30 pm and Helen and I were having a breather outside in the cooler air, whilst the band got set up. I noticed Steve and Nathan standing near the entrance and they were clearly looking for someone. And then they spotted us, and they wandered over and started chatting. It was the usual, but charming chatter, and they were smiling and laughing. And yes, they were both lovely.I took a deep breath, and I checked my phone.“Sorry, just need to message my daughter,” I lied and I messaged Eddie. “You said have fun, can I play?” And as soon as I hit send, my pussy tingled. I waited a few minutes with the phone in my hand but there was no reply.Everyone was heading back into the marquee, but I just held back. Please, Eddie. And then ping.“Be careful, I am a long way away.” My pussy tingled again.I quickly replied, “I love you xxx,” and I put my phone away and joined Helen and the lads on the dance floor as the band started their set. This time the two lads stayed close. The dance floor was crowded, and they held our hands and then had their arms around our waists, and there was some nice close contact with our asses. And a few more drinks and Helen and I were now dancing closer still to the lads, and they were pulling us closer until both Helen and I had our arms around their necks, and they had their hands on our bottoms. And then I suddenly realised Helen wasn’t there anymore, nor was Steve. Good on her, I thought. Nathan and I were dancing near the edge of the marquee where it was slightly darker, and he leant down and kissed me. It was lovely and I responded immediately, pulling him tight to me and running my hands down onto his ass. He returned the gesture, and I could feel that lovely tingle go right through my body and into my pussy. And I wanted to fuck him, now.And suddenly there was Steve. Whoops, I thought, but he looked a bit flustered. He motioned for us to follow him, and we went outside. It was quite dark by now, but the moon was bright and about fifty yards away, near the rocks, we found Helen, slumped on the sand. Steve explained, rather shyly, they had gone outside ‘to get some air’ but Helen was obviously very drunk and had, sort of, passed out.After a short while, we got her to her feet and, with the lads’ help, I got her up the steps to the cliff top. Bless her, I thought, she had been having such a lovely time. The three of us walked her across the green to our guest house and they offered to take her up to our room, but I told them I’d take her from here, thanked them, and went in.The flight of stairs was a challenge, but I got her into the room and onto her bed. It was only about 10 pm and whilst I wanted to make sure she was ok, I didn’t fancy an early night. The party was in full swing and would go on for a least another couple of hours. And there were two disappointed, handsome lads I’d like to get to know better.I stayed with her for another fifteen or so minutes. She was fast asleep, so I made sure she was comfortable and put the waste bin next to her, just in case, and then I messaged Eddie.“Hi love, you ok? I think I’m going to play,” and I had the usual flutter in my tummy as I waited for his reply.I went to the bathroom and whilst I was there, I did a quick check. I brushed my hair and touched up my makeup. My phone went ping.“Naughty girl, but what about Helen?” I looked again in the mirror. Yes, she was there, Eddie’s little slut, so I quickly unclipped my bra and removed my panties. They were new and I didn’t want them covered in sand, did I?
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Bir cevap yazın