I was invited by my husband to spend the weekend in Sinaia. It was about 43 years old and a two-way trip was welcome.
We arrived in Sinaia the day before the anniversary. After a short walk through the city center, we retreated to the hotel where we planned to end the evening at the restaurant's terrace. Hubby stayed on the terrace to order, and I got up to change. To warm up the atmosphere a little, we chose a slightly challenging outfit (short leather skirt, heel shoes, 3/4 + a blouse with a decollete). I left the room and called the elevator. The elevator was a man. He told me the lift was climbing. I walked into the elevator, went up to the 5th floor, then went downstairs and headed for the terrace. I was pleasantly surprised by the type's perfume. Hubby had ordered a bottle of Rose and waited for me.
- Interesting outfit ... he said. Are we starting to celebrate tonight?
"I want to enjoy this mini vacation," I said, "I want you to focus your attention only on me. By the way, when I got down, there was a guy in the elevator. I liked his scent.
- What was that perfume?
- I do not know ... and I did not think I should ask him.
The evening continued with discussions about the next day's planning. At one point, a group of 4 men appeared on the terrace, including the elevator guy.
- The guy in the blue shirt is the one with the perfume, I show him
"You liked the guy and sold me the perfume story," he said, laughing.
- Know that the perfume caught my attention, but if I look good, the guy is not bad, I keep talking, keeping it in the same note of joke and good mood.
The group sat at a table, somewhere behind us, which was soon filled with 4 pints of beer, the classic beer outlet with the boys.
After a while...
- Honey, I have to go to the toilet, but before I want to tell you that I want you to enjoy tonight and that everything is allowed.
- Does it seem like I'm not glad ?! What do you mean exactly?
- I'll explain when I get back ...
The toilet is somewhere in the reception area. I have the opportunity to check my phone messages. After 6-7 minutes I wake up at the table with the elevator type:
- Hi! Are you Mirella?
- Yes I am !?!? surprised to know my name.
- I am Michael. I am pleased! and stretches my hand.
- Me too! How can I help you, Michael?
- I met your colleague at the reception desk and asked to let you know she had something to do with it. If you want, I can keep you company until you finish the wine ...
My girl was telling a lot about that moment, which was a bit disturbed by Michael.
- Well, if you like it ... If you do not want ...
- If your "colleague" does not come and your buddies do not get upset, why not ..., I was a little irritated that I was being passed on to an unknown person without being asked.
- I'm going to let my colleagues know I'm leaving them for a while and come back.
On the mobile phone I had a message from hubby: "I'm waiting for you in the room after you elucidate the mystery of the perfume. Stay as needed. Meanwhile, Michael arrived and I did not have time to answer the message.
- Here I go again. I'm sorry again. Initially, I thought I liked you and you asked him to come up with it, but your reaction tells me it was somewhat inappropriate joke.
- We met in the elevator, 10-15 minutes ago ...
- Yes I know. I noticed you. And in the elevator and the table, but I thought the gentleman is your husband.
- My attention was drawn to your perfume. That's what I was saying to my "colleague." Apparently he wanted to get rid of me and found the method.
- It's hard to believe that. A woman like you is good not to let her alone. Like stealing the men's eyes on the tables.
"It seems I have not been left alone," I said slightly ironically.
Michael was a nice guy, 30, approx. 185-190 cm tall, well proportioned. She was in Sinaia at a specialization with three other colleagues. After about 30 minutes of socialization, the two glasses of rose had begun to make sense. I felt it was time to withdraw. Michael offered to lead me. On the way to the elevator, I remembered why I had finished the evening with him.
- I'm not holding back. What perfume have you given?
"You do not remember because I did not tell you," he laughs. Actually, I do not even know. I took a shower and gave it to a colleague. I did not forget to see what she was writing on the bottle.
I got into the elevator. I was near the door, and Michael behind me. He grabbed my middle with my left hand, and with my right he took my hand that was ready to press on the 3rd floor and took it to figure 5. He whispered to my ear, "We're going to identify the perfume!" Then the lips came down to his neck. I felt her breath warm. I did not leave the terrace with this thought, but the safety of Michael combined with the two glasses of Rose had a hypnotic effect. When the doors of life were opened, he took my hand and made a sign to follow him. When he reached the room, he grabbed the middle and kissed me. His hands were walking on my body ... He grabbed my buttocks and stuck to me. The level of mental upheaval related to the situation in which I was thrown away without question was beginning to be overcome by a high level of excitement. I was already wet, the nipples hardened, my body was trembling with emotion and desire. Easy, easy, the clothes disappeared from us in this passionate embrace. It did not take long. He took me in his arms, lay me on the bed and positioned himself over me. She kisses my neck, rubs my penis off my pelvis. I was eager to feel it in me. He entered easily ... Michael moves his basin at a slow pace, stimulating at the same time his clitoris. Over time, movements have become more extensive. He started penetrating me strong. She was moving pretty fast now, and every time she hit me hard. His penis was full length in me. The act became more energetic, more dominant ... The orgasm was strong. I closed my eyes. His penis was still in that magical magic. His movements became stronger and more powerful. It did not take long and collapsed over me. I was flooded by his sperm. We stayed together for a while without moving. We just kissed and wiped the sweat from the forehead while the pussy collected the flamand and the last drops of semen. Their legs were intact around him.
After we got back, I quickly dressed. I refused the invitation to go there. I was going to make it in the room. I had everything I needed there.
I do not even know how I got into the room. Hubby was on my laptop. Work on something. He was surprised to come.
- Ready to meet?
"It seems like yes," I answered, "then I found out that I was separated from hubby for only an hour and a few minutes.
- I was expecting it to end otherwise, I do not think he realized what actually happened.
I lay on the bed. I was standing on my back. I had my eyes locked. I'm trying to get dizzy, to figure out if what happened to me is real or not. I do not know how they are, but the orgasm moles me, gives me a drowsiness. After a while, hubby spans me, kisses me, starts to caress me. His hand slowly descends to the pool, then between his thighs ... He feels wet underwear, soaked with Michael's cum.
- It looks like your meeting was upset.
- Why do you say that?
- You are wet!...
"Everything that's possible, but the wine has gotten me wrong.
His lips began to descend to the neck, then his breasts to the abdomen. He gently gave me his panties and began to spoil my clit. "I like you to be very succulent. You have a special taste tonight, "says hubby. My pussy was still flooded with Mihai's sperm. I stood on my back with my eyes closed, shaking my hands through his captive hair, my head trapped between my thighs. Hubby sorbea with a delicate delicacy the juice flowing out of my pussy. I am excited at the height of this new hypostasis. Like I wanted more. I fired hubby towards me and kissed him with passion. From his lips I felt for the first time the mixed taste, that cocktail made up of his own juice and Mihai's sperm. I went over it, under the pretext of moving to 69, the real purpose was to allow the remaining sperm to drain under gravitational force to the outside. I do not know why ... I was excited about this, it was a kind of vengeance for the power I was put in, and hubby either did not realize and put this liquid at the expense of an excessive excitement, either he was banning and playing my game. As long as he enjoys the cocktail offered generously by my pussy, I play with his penis, loud ... I lick it slightly from head to base, while her hand gently massages her testicles. My husband knows how to use his tongue. As a result, the second orgasm did not delay to appear. He took me down, lay me down on his belly, with a pillow underneath, he went upstairs, then tucked his penis in my pussy. Some energetic movements, followed by a deep movement. He was horribly excited and filled everything he had emptied back shortly.
After a few minutes we both embraced.
- It's past the middle of the night ... Happy birthday! Do you want the gift now or wait until morning?
- I just got the most beautiful gift!
- I'm glad to hear that. Tonight I felt you as a woman as ever. It seems that socializing with the strangers is coming to you, he told me. He kissed me and went to the shower.
We arrived in Sinaia the day before the anniversary. After a short walk through the city center, we retreated to the hotel where we planned to end the evening at the restaurant's terrace. Hubby stayed on the terrace to order, and I got up to change. To warm up the atmosphere a little, we chose a slightly challenging outfit (short leather skirt, heel shoes, 3/4 + a blouse with a decollete). I left the room and called the elevator. The elevator was a man. He told me the lift was climbing. I walked into the elevator, went up to the 5th floor, then went downstairs and headed for the terrace. I was pleasantly surprised by the type's perfume. Hubby had ordered a bottle of Rose and waited for me.
- Interesting outfit ... he said. Are we starting to celebrate tonight?
"I want to enjoy this mini vacation," I said, "I want you to focus your attention only on me. By the way, when I got down, there was a guy in the elevator. I liked his scent.
- What was that perfume?
- I do not know ... and I did not think I should ask him.
The evening continued with discussions about the next day's planning. At one point, a group of 4 men appeared on the terrace, including the elevator guy.
- The guy in the blue shirt is the one with the perfume, I show him
"You liked the guy and sold me the perfume story," he said, laughing.
- Know that the perfume caught my attention, but if I look good, the guy is not bad, I keep talking, keeping it in the same note of joke and good mood.
The group sat at a table, somewhere behind us, which was soon filled with 4 pints of beer, the classic beer outlet with the boys.
After a while...
- Honey, I have to go to the toilet, but before I want to tell you that I want you to enjoy tonight and that everything is allowed.
- Does it seem like I'm not glad ?! What do you mean exactly?
- I'll explain when I get back ...
The toilet is somewhere in the reception area. I have the opportunity to check my phone messages. After 6-7 minutes I wake up at the table with the elevator type:
- Hi! Are you Mirella?
- Yes I am !?!? surprised to know my name.
- I am Michael. I am pleased! and stretches my hand.
- Me too! How can I help you, Michael?
- I met your colleague at the reception desk and asked to let you know she had something to do with it. If you want, I can keep you company until you finish the wine ...
My girl was telling a lot about that moment, which was a bit disturbed by Michael.
- Well, if you like it ... If you do not want ...
- If your "colleague" does not come and your buddies do not get upset, why not ..., I was a little irritated that I was being passed on to an unknown person without being asked.
- I'm going to let my colleagues know I'm leaving them for a while and come back.
On the mobile phone I had a message from hubby: "I'm waiting for you in the room after you elucidate the mystery of the perfume. Stay as needed. Meanwhile, Michael arrived and I did not have time to answer the message.
- Here I go again. I'm sorry again. Initially, I thought I liked you and you asked him to come up with it, but your reaction tells me it was somewhat inappropriate joke.
- We met in the elevator, 10-15 minutes ago ...
- Yes I know. I noticed you. And in the elevator and the table, but I thought the gentleman is your husband.
- My attention was drawn to your perfume. That's what I was saying to my "colleague." Apparently he wanted to get rid of me and found the method.
- It's hard to believe that. A woman like you is good not to let her alone. Like stealing the men's eyes on the tables.
"It seems I have not been left alone," I said slightly ironically.
Michael was a nice guy, 30, approx. 185-190 cm tall, well proportioned. She was in Sinaia at a specialization with three other colleagues. After about 30 minutes of socialization, the two glasses of rose had begun to make sense. I felt it was time to withdraw. Michael offered to lead me. On the way to the elevator, I remembered why I had finished the evening with him.
- I'm not holding back. What perfume have you given?
"You do not remember because I did not tell you," he laughs. Actually, I do not even know. I took a shower and gave it to a colleague. I did not forget to see what she was writing on the bottle.
I got into the elevator. I was near the door, and Michael behind me. He grabbed my middle with my left hand, and with my right he took my hand that was ready to press on the 3rd floor and took it to figure 5. He whispered to my ear, "We're going to identify the perfume!" Then the lips came down to his neck. I felt her breath warm. I did not leave the terrace with this thought, but the safety of Michael combined with the two glasses of Rose had a hypnotic effect. When the doors of life were opened, he took my hand and made a sign to follow him. When he reached the room, he grabbed the middle and kissed me. His hands were walking on my body ... He grabbed my buttocks and stuck to me. The level of mental upheaval related to the situation in which I was thrown away without question was beginning to be overcome by a high level of excitement. I was already wet, the nipples hardened, my body was trembling with emotion and desire. Easy, easy, the clothes disappeared from us in this passionate embrace. It did not take long. He took me in his arms, lay me on the bed and positioned himself over me. She kisses my neck, rubs my penis off my pelvis. I was eager to feel it in me. He entered easily ... Michael moves his basin at a slow pace, stimulating at the same time his clitoris. Over time, movements have become more extensive. He started penetrating me strong. She was moving pretty fast now, and every time she hit me hard. His penis was full length in me. The act became more energetic, more dominant ... The orgasm was strong. I closed my eyes. His penis was still in that magical magic. His movements became stronger and more powerful. It did not take long and collapsed over me. I was flooded by his sperm. We stayed together for a while without moving. We just kissed and wiped the sweat from the forehead while the pussy collected the flamand and the last drops of semen. Their legs were intact around him.
After we got back, I quickly dressed. I refused the invitation to go there. I was going to make it in the room. I had everything I needed there.
I do not even know how I got into the room. Hubby was on my laptop. Work on something. He was surprised to come.
- Ready to meet?
"It seems like yes," I answered, "then I found out that I was separated from hubby for only an hour and a few minutes.
- I was expecting it to end otherwise, I do not think he realized what actually happened.
I lay on the bed. I was standing on my back. I had my eyes locked. I'm trying to get dizzy, to figure out if what happened to me is real or not. I do not know how they are, but the orgasm moles me, gives me a drowsiness. After a while, hubby spans me, kisses me, starts to caress me. His hand slowly descends to the pool, then between his thighs ... He feels wet underwear, soaked with Michael's cum.
- It looks like your meeting was upset.
- Why do you say that?
- You are wet!...
"Everything that's possible, but the wine has gotten me wrong.
His lips began to descend to the neck, then his breasts to the abdomen. He gently gave me his panties and began to spoil my clit. "I like you to be very succulent. You have a special taste tonight, "says hubby. My pussy was still flooded with Mihai's sperm. I stood on my back with my eyes closed, shaking my hands through his captive hair, my head trapped between my thighs. Hubby sorbea with a delicate delicacy the juice flowing out of my pussy. I am excited at the height of this new hypostasis. Like I wanted more. I fired hubby towards me and kissed him with passion. From his lips I felt for the first time the mixed taste, that cocktail made up of his own juice and Mihai's sperm. I went over it, under the pretext of moving to 69, the real purpose was to allow the remaining sperm to drain under gravitational force to the outside. I do not know why ... I was excited about this, it was a kind of vengeance for the power I was put in, and hubby either did not realize and put this liquid at the expense of an excessive excitement, either he was banning and playing my game. As long as he enjoys the cocktail offered generously by my pussy, I play with his penis, loud ... I lick it slightly from head to base, while her hand gently massages her testicles. My husband knows how to use his tongue. As a result, the second orgasm did not delay to appear. He took me down, lay me down on his belly, with a pillow underneath, he went upstairs, then tucked his penis in my pussy. Some energetic movements, followed by a deep movement. He was horribly excited and filled everything he had emptied back shortly.
After a few minutes we both embraced.
- It's past the middle of the night ... Happy birthday! Do you want the gift now or wait until morning?
- I just got the most beautiful gift!
- I'm glad to hear that. Tonight I felt you as a woman as ever. It seems that socializing with the strangers is coming to you, he told me. He kissed me and went to the shower.
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