Erotic story: Sophie, the libertine

It is summer and tonight we are having a small aperitif on the terrace with our friends as often happens, sometimes in one place, sometimes in another.

Mostly people of our age, from various professions but all simple and relaxed. Most no longer ignore our penchant for libertine, but only very rarely mention it.
Among them stands out a person: Sophie….

Already by his age, 50 years old, but especially by his deliberately precious and quite BCBG attitude. However, she does not come from a wealthy background but plays the card of the success of her husband, Antoine, in the construction industry. He is the opposite of his wife in terms of attitude: bedridden, funny and not at all intoxicated by his money, that’s why they remain among our friends.
During this evening, I share discussions and laughter with everyone but I still feel Sophie’s gaze almost constantly on me…
This concerns me a little bit and, claiming that I have to go get some food, I ask for his help in order to be able to talk to him alone. Which she willingly accepts.

“Tell me, Sophie, I think you’re strange tonight, do you want to tell me something? »
“Well… I don’t really know how to explain it… It’s quite delicate…”
“What’s wrong with him? You can talk to me without fear, you know that! And if I can help you, I’d be happy to. »
“In fact, it’s very intimate what I have to say to you… It’s about you, me, Antoine…”
“Good Sophie! Spill it because we’re not gonna spend the whole evening dancing around it! »
“I want to talk to you about sex, that’s it!” she says, all red;

Well, well, well! Sophie wants to talk to me about ass… That’s the best one!
But not showing any surprise, I let her continue.

“I know that you and Luc… Well, you know… You’re very liberated on that side… And me, well… that’s clearly what I miss that’s it!”
“Okay, I see… What you’re trying to tell me is that with your husband it’s not crazy every night in bed, is it? »
“Yes, that’s it… I love him and he’s very attentive but he’s no longer very strong and often on the move. And I’ve been for some time…”
“You want to fuck! “I said to help him express the essence of his thought;
“Yes, Helen! That’s it! That’s it! I’m ashamed, but really ashamed! “she said, grabbing my arm;
“But you don’t have to be embarrassed! It’s quite normal to feel that way at some point and I don’t judge you, you know, on the contrary. I’m glad you’re entrusting this to me, but I don’t understand how I could help you…”

She blushes again and, fleeing my gaze, confides this to me:
“I would like to have a lover…”
“Okay! And if I understood correctly, you want me to help you find it…”
“Yes… Well, no! I’ve already thought of someone… Jimmy! »
“But how do you know him? »

Jimmy is the bartender of our libertine club we frequent and he has become our friend.
“He came by the house a while ago with Luc to help Antoine move furniture. We had a drink together. We exchanged a few looks and I fell in love with him…” she confesses to me with a smile and a sparkling look that say a lot about his sincerity…
“Okay, I get it! But we need to talk about this again, Sophie! In the meantime, are we going to join the others? »
“Yes, let’s go! “she replies in a playful, relieved tone and happy to have been able to express her feelings.

With this revelation in my mind, I ended the evening without excess and hastened to tell Luc about it once our guests had left.
His astonishment is as great as mine was:
“I can’t believe it! Sophie wants to be fucked by a young man! »
“It’s quite embarrassing towards Antoine, I think. She asks me to help her cheat on him and I don’t like it…”
“Oh, you know, Antoine… He’s not 100% legit either… When he goes on a trip, he sometimes has a good time from what he told me…”
The night brings advice and we will resume this reflection later.

The next day at breakfast, we agree that Luc will take care of the conversation with Jimmy and I plan to call Sophie later today.
On the phone, our friend is always determined to carry out her project and that’s good because it’s no surprise that Jimmy accepted the request…
She tells me of her desire to receive him at home in Antoine’s absence because she will feel more comfortable on familiar ground and asks me to come with Luc, at least to make the presentations and get things started.

A few days pass and Sophie contacts me to inform me of her husband’s imminent departure for a while and suggests that I come the same evening at the time of the aperitif.
I am a little surprised at the speed of things but she explains that she has been preparing and waiting for this moment since her revelation at home and is now looking forward to it. One phone call to Jimmy and he’ll join us before he goes to Sophie’s.
I’m hitting the ground running.

Erotic Story : Weekend

A sexy selfie before a hot weekend

It seems that with age, desire escapes. I think that age doesn’t matter and that it’s more the everyday life that eats us up.

Married for 12 years and living together for more than 20 years, my wife and I are no exception to the daily rule. Metro, work, sleep. Except we don’t have a subway here. We are certainly not the most fanciful couple in the world, but we have become accomplices and our actions are becoming clearer, we know where to touch right. It’s been a long week for both of us. My wife worked seven days in a row, including a 15-hour day to replace a colleague. On my side, even if my agenda was less full, I lived psychologically exhausting days.

This Friday evening, the children are on a weekend at their grandmother’s house. This promises a quiet evening and a sleep in the fire of God. For me, the program is clear: I go home, I eat a bowl of soup watching the end of Stranger Things and go to sleep until at least eleven o’clock the next day.

I return home around 7:30 p.m. as usual, my wife has been poaching for several hours but I imagine she has lost her week. I call her, she’s upstairs, I go to the kitchen to thaw blocks of soup when I hear her coming down.

  • Hi,” she slips me a kiss on my mouth.

Then she stops on the frozen soup I’m holding in my hands.

  • I don’t want soup. For once, we should go to a little restaurant, it’ll do us good.
  • If you want, but a restaurant nearby, I’m tired.

We take the car to a “dinner” not far from home, these American burger restaurants. We like this kind of establishment, it’s good and cheap. And above all, it goes fast. During the journey she nonchalantly caresses my thigh with one hand while her other pianist on her laptop.

When I arrived in front of the dinner, she asked me to park a little further in the parking lot, when I felt my mobile phone vibrating in my pocket. I’ll check later. I find an isolated place in this empty car park and his hand keeps on stroking me, dangerously climbing up towards my crotch.

  • I feel you feeling very tense,” she said, placing her head on my shoulder.
  • Yeah. It’s been a nameless nightmare at work. I had to receive staff members who had done a lot of stupid things. They all cried one after the other. I felt like a torturer but I can’t let mistakes like that go by.
  • Poor thing,” she whispered in my ear.

She kisses me and her hand rests on my sex which hardens under my jeans.

  • Let me relax you. Let me relax.

She unbuttoned my pants and took out my sex. I am hard despite the fatigue and I appreciate this surge of tenderness, which must be well exhausted too. She swallows me greedily, voraciously. No unnecessary tongues, it swallows me up, sucks me up, swallows me up. My hand caresses her hair with tension. It’s so good! Her hot expert mouth completely eats me and I feel her teeth based on my sex. I moan, close my eyes.

When I reopen them, she attacks me, her tongue dances on my glans and she masturbates frantically. A couple passes by the car and under the light of the lamppost I see the man raise an inch in my direction before disappearing into the dinner. It’s too much, I feel a violent electric shock coming up inside me. She hasn’t even taken care of me for two minutes and I don’t want to anymore. She is experienced in the field and when I feel the pressure rising to the ultimate notch, I press her head. His hand tightens on my thigh and I hear the sound of my glans against the bottom of his throat to the rhythm of my pleasure that escapes into his mouth. She’s finally getting up.

  • You’re crazy, I thought I was going to drown!” she said, wiping her lip and chin dripping with my sperm.
  • Excuse me, it was too… good.

We get out of the car and I’m sorry I got carried away like that, I hope I didn’t offend him. I notice that her rimmel sank into the action and she heads to the toilet as soon as we enter the restaurant. I can feel my mobile phone vibrating in my pocket again, which reminds me that I didn’t look at the message earlier. Both texts are from her:

7:58 p.m.: Look what you did to me:

The message is accompanied by a photo of her fingers covered with cyprine.

7:45 p.m.: You’ll have to take it away from me tonight:

The message is accompanied by a picture of her buttocks well wrapped in transparent panties.

I feel reassured by my anger earlier, but here I am again hot as a fire. I notice in the room the couple in the parking lot. The guy winked at me before going back into conversation with his girlfriend, a beautiful blonde who was a little round but terribly sexy.

My wife comes back from the toilet, cheeks slightly pink.

  • You look good tonight, I said to her as I drank with her.
  • It’s been a long week, I need to let go a little,” she answers, swallowing a sip of her beer.
  • Perfect. I’ll send it to you with my teeth later, if you want…
  • With teeth? Extensive program. I’d prefer you to take it easy anyway….
  • Slowly to take your panties off?
  • Ha, ha, ha, ha, I think you looked at the picture wrong!

I take my laptop back and look in more detail. I hadn’t noticed that under the panties her anal plug clearly appeared, warmly stowed in her anus.

  • You… you still have it on you?
  • Yes, she said to me, squirming slightly and blushing a little.

I can’t believe it! Now I’m completely glued. I feel like it’s going to be a hot evening.

Finally, we are there, between us head to head and eyes to eyes. I contemplate it without getting tired of it. She became more beautiful with age. Her long brown hair, her green eyes in which I lose myself and her generous body magnify her rebellious beauty. A treasure that is constantly renewed, surprising and exhilarating.

I can’t help but take a look at the couple next door whose guy looks at me with big smiles.

  • Why are you looking at that fat girl like that?
  • Hello, she’s not fat. I’m pretty sure they saw us in the car earlier….

She turns around and waves her hand to them with a big finger. She’s my wife…

After a hearty and watered meal, we return to our penates.

  • You’re gonna have to take this off quickly when you get there, it’s starting to get awkward.
  • I want you to reach orgasm on your own first. I won’t take it away from you until after.

We go home and I sit on the couch, waiting for her to do it. She takes off her clothes, allowing me to look at her beautiful body. Her heavy breasts and flat stomach are a delight. Her sex is already completely wet from this early evening. Her fingers dance on her lips, caress her clitoris and penetrate gently, in rhythm. She moans.

She’s not with me anymore. His eyes close and his mouth stretches out in a moan. With her other hand, she grabs the plug and makes it come and go. Her fingers wiggle on her rosebud, her liquid flows abundantly to her buttocks. Disordered words escape from her mouth, she loses control and stretches herself completely by rubbing her clitoris with haste. Her lips spread, letting her liquid flow, she gives herself up and comes in a fierce rage.

I approach her to kiss her, my excitement is total. She hugs me and I go down between her thighs. I chew her skin and she goes back. This feminine capacity to be able to enjoy pleasure after pleasure has always fascinated me. My tongue plays on his lips and I spread them out with my fingers. I eat it like a ripe fruit, the fruit of sin, the fruit of her desires. She presses on my head and I enjoy her liquid mixed with my saliva. Between two fingers I grab the plug and slowly remove it. And I can hear him whispering to me, “Take me, fuck me!” I still enjoy her sex, but she decided otherwise. She gets up, and sits on the couch, grabbing her thighs to give me her privacy.

  • Go ahead, kick my ass!

I take my hard sex out and push it into his. “Ha! Fuck, yes, louder! “She grabs me by the hips and forces my movement, her breasts tossing under my assaults excite me madly and I embrace her, as hard as I can and she asks for more and more.

Her body tightens again, she comes in a scream that doesn’t seem to want to stop. I can’t take it anymore, I feel the waves rising in my lower abdomen and I escape into it, my body stretched out, my hands tight on her waist.

We had sex again once in the room. Calmly, quietly, for a long time. Our bodies were rediscovered and our mouths could not leave each other until we fell asleep. Against each other.

Erotic Story : The Four of Us

Chloe, Val… and them!

There were four of us at the time, a friend (Val) and our respective girlfriends. Rather trendy “ass” you guessed it, we often talked about sex, our fantasies of swinging, triolism etc.. But until then, no action had taken place. Here I tell you about our first time.

So we find ourselves on vacation in the mountains, we spend our days walking on the local trails. In the evening we celebrate, drink, laugh and talk about sex. We’re not just talking about it because the two couples we form find each other almost every night having sex and sometimes even in the same room, one on the couch and the other on an air mattress in the living room (I had a preference for the air mattress because this type of mattress allows us to bounce slightly with each blow of the kidney and thus penetrate with vigour my girlfriend, who particularly appreciated it). All this takes place in a very dark room, we are still modest.

My girlfriend’s name is Chloe, a beautiful redhead with green eyes, white skin slightly tanned by the sun of the region, a strong chest with very pink nipples that seems to be constantly full of blood. Freckles have just finished filling this generous cleavage. She regularly takes advantage of our group of friends because if it is true that she is a reserved girl, she does not have any difficulty in making the top fall off after a few glasses of white wine or a simple hot dip. The bottom however it is more complex, except of course when you know if to take…
The other girlfriend of the band, Claire, is a beautiful woman with crow-coloured hair, tanned skin, she has the annoying tendency to give me erections just by looking at me with her rascal look that she masters so well… Her chest is very small and her waist is very small, but it is to better reveal her wide hips and her rounded buttocks. Her thighs are thick, muscular, she has practiced athletics at a good level, which is what allows her today to display these legs so exciting for people like me, who love when there are beautiful shapes. When we climb a hill during our hikes it often finds itself in front of it; I then admire her ass which contracts with each step and swings from left to right. She knows it, she’s noticed me a few times, it amuses her. She loves this little game we have just like me.
Meanwhile, my buddy likes to admire Chloe’s breasts. When we reach a summit for a picnic we are alone and it is hot, so he often suggests we blow up the shirt which my girlfriend never refuses. She then brushes her body with sunscreen and from time to time she gives naughty little looks.

That night we hadn’t had that much to drink, but we were determined to take a step forward in our “sexual-friendly” relationship. The evening had begun with a game during which we gave each other pledges.
All bare-chested, the girls wore a skirt, Claire’s skirt was particularly short, she let the crease of her buttocks appear. Boys, we were in shorts, deformed at the zipper level by our powerful erections.
It’s Val’s turn to play, he has to lick whipped cream previously placed between his girlfriend’s breasts, he runs immediately, then puts on some cream and starts again “because fuck how good it is!” The tension is palpable we don’t know if he’s talking about the whipped cream or his girlfriend haha’s chest.
The game will continue for another hour (we like to make the pleasure last…) and the pledges will follow one another. I’m going to taste my girlfriend’s breasts full of cream. Chloe will then do the same with Claire. I knew for a long time that my girlfriend also liked women, she had slept with girls before we met. For Claire, on the other hand, I think it’s quite new.
Some time later Chloé puts on her best outfit to make us a little strip, she ended up in a thong but to continue the game she preferred to exchange it for her little skirt.
I then had to undo my hips myself and end up in my underwear. Val did well for him, to Chloe’s great misfortune, because he kept his shorts on.
Claire took off the tanga she was wearing under her skirt. To do this she climbed on the table and made it slide by bending overly forward, leaving me for the first time to glimpse the wet and swollen lips of her vagina… it made me shiver with pleasure, Chloé noticed it well, but obviously she took it very well she who was wet when looking at Val’s fly.

Then things took on a whole new dimension, the girls put themselves back to back on the table and with Val we licked them. Chloe was soaked, as soon as I arrived her thighs were already quite wet.


When my tongue landed on her clitoris she breathed a sigh of deep relief.
On the table I noticed that the girls had exchanged a few kisses, so I discreetly ask my girlfriend if she wants me to let her go a little further with Claire, she doesn’t take the time to answer me, she slips her hand into Claire’s crotch, the latter is first surprised and then lets herself go. She then comes in turn to caress Chloe’s clitoris. I kiss her wet fingers as I pursue the cunnilingus. This is the first contact I have with Claire….

Taken in simultaneous bloodshed, Val and I grabbed our girlfriends and went to the couch. There, side by side we let Claire and Chloe overlap us.
I can see Val’s tender gaze towards my rider’s chest. Besides, Chloe also has trouble concealing her desire to see my friend’s sex. As for me, I keep looking up Claire’s ass. He excites me, I’ve rarely seen that… It forms a perfect, well-muscled semi-circle, it appears firm.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I ended up throwing my left hand on Claire’s buttock, I grabbed it strongly, it’s even firmer than it looks! Chloe then puts her hand on Val’s chest while he grabs a breast. The two girls moan, I also like to make a little noise during sex but the situation doesn’t seem to be right for it. The pelvic movements slow down and Claire takes the opportunity to grab Chloe’s chest, which visibly at the coast! Claire tells him “I would dream of having the same breasts as you, they are too beautiful! And it turns my boyfriend on and off, haha!” The atmosphere is very relaxed, we joke from time to time while exciting each other.
Claire is the most direct person in the group, so it doesn’t surprise me that she was the one who started the hostilities: “Well Alex, you want me to swing my pelvis over your sex?” At that moment my girlfriend and my buddy looked at each other with an air of saying “finally!”. I know these rascals, I know they’re dying of it!

We get up, I grab Claire by the hips and put my tongue in her mouth, she puts herself in a semi-seated position on the couch and I come over her. She grabs a condom and puts it on me, I feel her hands on my sex for the first time… I then enter her in the missionary position, I then notice her little tattoo right on the side of her little pussy. Val told me about it, but I forgot that detail. I grabbed her by the hips and started to kick her back, she screamed louder and louder.
On her side Chloé surprised me, she quickly threw herself on Val’s cock to put it in her mouth, she sucked it languidly, with a lot of drool, I could hear despite the violent blows of my back that I put on Claire, the sounds of Chloé’s suction on Val’s cock. His dick was slightly smaller than mine but a little wider which seemed to please Chloe.

Chloe finally paused to slip Val’s dick between her breasts. This action seemed to me to be desired by Val. I was right because later that evening Chloé told me that a few days before Val and she had had a discussion about it and that she had told her she was dreaming of a Spanish handjob.