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"The first time you confessed to me, at dinner on the beach, that you had a curious and very strong idea of sexuality, I had a chill. It was the confirmation that you were the woman of my life and not only for your amazing beauty, for your charm, for your feline movements, for your ability to be funny and intelligent without taking yourself too seriously... The fact was that nobody could be as perfect as you were!
It was our first holiday in Sardinia and I didn't imagine I could dream of anything even imaginable, without losing my nature as a man, strong, autonomous, full of passions and interests. In short, without giving up being myself!"
Nila once again read the letter her husband Shaft had written her a few years earlier.
The definitive confession of a love without boundaries and unrepeatable.
Their entire path had been traced from that first vacation together, after they had met at a dinner of friends and liked each other instantly. And never left each other again.
She found her non-jealousy incredible, which was actually a form of love greater than jealousy.
And when I confessed to him that I wanted another man who was a sexual playmate, to do it in front of him, her husband, wanting to be brazen and all this had found the immediate approval of her man, she was almost disappointed. She was expecting a stop sign, a scene. But she wasn't.
"Is that what you want? It's all right with me."
Shaft was incredibly her man. He loved her and longed for her, he enjoyed her and made her enjoy her, he made her rich and limitless and yet he longed for her freedom...
...and for the first time, Nila surprised Shaft without warning him... It wasn't just Spidey, the hot friend, the steady lover with her at home that night...
"Love, you're coming soon, aren't you? I have a big surprise for you..." When Nila involved him in this way Shaft literally went mad with curiosity and desire. She knew how to turn it on, not only in transgression but also in everyday life. She was tender, jovial, friend and partner.
For him, every day, seeing her enter the bedroom was in itself a unique, different, unrepeatable spectacle. Her eyes were full of Nila.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Carmen." South American, silk skin, slightly brunette. Sinuous from her voice. Shaft thought he was in a dream and that it could only be so with her, his precious Goddess Nila.
He immediately understood that, as usual, the divine Nila could not be predictable and that having always said that he did not desire female bodies was true, but surmountable as his every desire to discover life led him to do.
"I want to be queen of the scene. My being female must be mirrored in the male. I don't want confusion: I'm your protagonist and the mistress of the room when a door closes behind us..."
That's how he said no when, in a mountain hut, on a cold evening in front of a hot fireplace, he said no, with the usual elegance, to the advances of the wife of one of the most famous CEO's wife who had seduced Shaft so much...
He had thought that if a woman of Nila's power had been capable of such a strange and decisive no, given the curiosity of the situation and the beauty of the lady opposite, it meant that precisely that kind of transgression was not for her. And on the other hand, Shaft could certainly not complain that something was missing in that incredible and unrepeatable family menage.
Shaft took a good look at her and saw the host girl's long hair melt away. The resemblance to the famous Belen was almost astounding to think that... "But no... But I don't think..."
They kissed and Nila untied all restraint with the usual class after instructing her Shaft and her unfaithful fuck buddy Spidey to sit on the sofa in front of the bed. As close as two dear friends, who had then become in the sharing of the greatest transgression, yet so different and so "strange" once put next to each other.
A husband who was a friend of the man to whom he granted his beloved and most desired wife. Well, not exactly an ordinary thing...
Carmen and Nila were not girls' sex. It was research. They caressed each other looking at each other, almost at a distance in those twenty centimeters that separated them when their mouths were free from each other.
They were slow cognitive caresses and often, with their eyes in their eyes, the touches were slow, almost like little pinches of each other. One at a time. Testing each other's reactions. To turn their eyes to "see" the reaction of those two men, so excited, powerful and classy in the face of the beauty of that pristine erotic perfection all feminine.
Sinuous lines, curves, silk skin, bright lipstick, stiletto heels and a microbial Brazilian brief for both.
Nila was laid by Carmen. She pointed her feet with those extraordinary black pointed heels on the bed and trembled. Carmen sat the two men next to each other on the edge of the bed. She invited Nila to keep her arms tied naturally, behind her head, of her own free will.
When he began to lick her, to drink the sweet juice of the perfect partner, Nila gasped.
She reached orgasm, full and liberating in seconds. She exploded and cried out with joy.
After a few minutes, as in a ritual, turning their heads equally, mirroring and opposite, the two goddesses began without any touch of their hands to swallow and drink the two men's firm tools. Nila devoted herself to Spidey. At a certain point she turned, always turning her head, slowly so as not to lose her friend's mouthful, towards her husband. To see.
She watched Carmen give Shaft the perfect blowjob, striving to be unparalleled.
She suffered for a moment. She was the queen, but in front of her was a queen of ecstasy. To see her husband at his peak like that, with another one, it was beautiful and terrible.
Spidey's explosion filled her mouth almost to the brim but she couldn't take her eyes off the act that was driving her man to madness. To see him fill the sexting South American erotic girl's mouth was incredible. It was time she didn't see so much cream falling from her man and the mouth wasn't hers.
But everything was beautiful and terribly exciting.
Spidey opened a bottle and took four flutters inviting everyone to huddle in the Latvian Nila and Shaft parties.
His toast left Nila breathless: "Thank you Belen, I hope you'll accept a new invitation if our guests want it...".
The warm and low voice of the sexting woman closed the first part of the wonderful evening: "When I am free from set commitments and can dedicate myself to an evening of true love, I will not hesitate to contact you if you wish".
She was incredibly sexy.
Nila and Shaft kissed softly. She was once again inseparable...
It was our first holiday in Sardinia and I didn't imagine I could dream of anything even imaginable, without losing my nature as a man, strong, autonomous, full of passions and interests. In short, without giving up being myself!"
Nila once again read the letter her husband Shaft had written her a few years earlier.
The definitive confession of a love without boundaries and unrepeatable.
Their entire path had been traced from that first vacation together, after they had met at a dinner of friends and liked each other instantly. And never left each other again.
She found her non-jealousy incredible, which was actually a form of love greater than jealousy.
And when I confessed to him that I wanted another man who was a sexual playmate, to do it in front of him, her husband, wanting to be brazen and all this had found the immediate approval of her man, she was almost disappointed. She was expecting a stop sign, a scene. But she wasn't.
"Is that what you want? It's all right with me."
Shaft was incredibly her man. He loved her and longed for her, he enjoyed her and made her enjoy her, he made her rich and limitless and yet he longed for her freedom...
...and for the first time, Nila surprised Shaft without warning him... It wasn't just Spidey, the hot friend, the steady lover with her at home that night...
"Love, you're coming soon, aren't you? I have a big surprise for you..." When Nila involved him in this way Shaft literally went mad with curiosity and desire. She knew how to turn it on, not only in transgression but also in everyday life. She was tender, jovial, friend and partner.
For him, every day, seeing her enter the bedroom was in itself a unique, different, unrepeatable spectacle. Her eyes were full of Nila.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Carmen." South American, silk skin, slightly brunette. Sinuous from her voice. Shaft thought he was in a dream and that it could only be so with her, his precious Goddess Nila.
He immediately understood that, as usual, the divine Nila could not be predictable and that having always said that he did not desire female bodies was true, but surmountable as his every desire to discover life led him to do.
"I want to be queen of the scene. My being female must be mirrored in the male. I don't want confusion: I'm your protagonist and the mistress of the room when a door closes behind us..."
That's how he said no when, in a mountain hut, on a cold evening in front of a hot fireplace, he said no, with the usual elegance, to the advances of the wife of one of the most famous CEO's wife who had seduced Shaft so much...
He had thought that if a woman of Nila's power had been capable of such a strange and decisive no, given the curiosity of the situation and the beauty of the lady opposite, it meant that precisely that kind of transgression was not for her. And on the other hand, Shaft could certainly not complain that something was missing in that incredible and unrepeatable family menage.
Shaft took a good look at her and saw the host girl's long hair melt away. The resemblance to the famous Belen was almost astounding to think that... "But no... But I don't think..."
They kissed and Nila untied all restraint with the usual class after instructing her Shaft and her unfaithful fuck buddy Spidey to sit on the sofa in front of the bed. As close as two dear friends, who had then become in the sharing of the greatest transgression, yet so different and so "strange" once put next to each other.
A husband who was a friend of the man to whom he granted his beloved and most desired wife. Well, not exactly an ordinary thing...
Carmen and Nila were not girls' sex. It was research. They caressed each other looking at each other, almost at a distance in those twenty centimeters that separated them when their mouths were free from each other.
They were slow cognitive caresses and often, with their eyes in their eyes, the touches were slow, almost like little pinches of each other. One at a time. Testing each other's reactions. To turn their eyes to "see" the reaction of those two men, so excited, powerful and classy in the face of the beauty of that pristine erotic perfection all feminine.
Sinuous lines, curves, silk skin, bright lipstick, stiletto heels and a microbial Brazilian brief for both.
Nila was laid by Carmen. She pointed her feet with those extraordinary black pointed heels on the bed and trembled. Carmen sat the two men next to each other on the edge of the bed. She invited Nila to keep her arms tied naturally, behind her head, of her own free will.
When he began to lick her, to drink the sweet juice of the perfect partner, Nila gasped.
She reached orgasm, full and liberating in seconds. She exploded and cried out with joy.
After a few minutes, as in a ritual, turning their heads equally, mirroring and opposite, the two goddesses began without any touch of their hands to swallow and drink the two men's firm tools. Nila devoted herself to Spidey. At a certain point she turned, always turning her head, slowly so as not to lose her friend's mouthful, towards her husband. To see.
She watched Carmen give Shaft the perfect blowjob, striving to be unparalleled.
She suffered for a moment. She was the queen, but in front of her was a queen of ecstasy. To see her husband at his peak like that, with another one, it was beautiful and terrible.
Spidey's explosion filled her mouth almost to the brim but she couldn't take her eyes off the act that was driving her man to madness. To see him fill the sexting South American erotic girl's mouth was incredible. It was time she didn't see so much cream falling from her man and the mouth wasn't hers.
But everything was beautiful and terribly exciting.
Spidey opened a bottle and took four flutters inviting everyone to huddle in the Latvian Nila and Shaft parties.
His toast left Nila breathless: "Thank you Belen, I hope you'll accept a new invitation if our guests want it...".
The warm and low voice of the sexting woman closed the first part of the wonderful evening: "When I am free from set commitments and can dedicate myself to an evening of true love, I will not hesitate to contact you if you wish".
She was incredibly sexy.
Nila and Shaft kissed softly. She was once again inseparable...
