Sex tour in Europe
“So I’ll be home soon, Babe. Put on the dress I picked out for you
this morning. No panties.” Click. It was Jack on the phone. He’s on his
way home and he’s bringing a friend you haven’t met. The two of you haven’t
been getting on that well lately. Maybe a little socializing will be nice.
The dress is something you never wear around the house. What could he have
in mind? It’s high above the knees and tight around your bottom. You’ll
have to be careful sitting and crossing your legs. You put on some pretty
sandals that you got for the beach last summer, choose a top that’s a little
slinky and open but goes well with your skirt. Jack and his friend enter.
Your spouse takes you in his arms and kisses you deep. You’re a little
flustered, not used to him expressing this kind of affection in front of
strangers, but his tongue is exciting in your mouth and his hands feel nice
as they slide up your thighs to cup your bare buttocks. Roman, it turns
out, was a stranger to Jack till this afternoon. European and swarthy, he
flashes a friendly smile at every opportunity. Read the rest of this entry »
MY SEX TOUR





