A night, when we were having dinner with my girlfriend at a nice restaurant in the city, after the second bottle of wine, as was customary when I managed to get her to take a little more, we got very drunk and bold; without knowing that this time things would go a bit further.
So, between discreet caresses under the table, I told her, like many times in the past, that I would really heat up seeing her with another guy, the more slutty she was, the crazier I became (which was true, for me she is the sexual object, sex itself, there's nothing that heats me up more than her). To this, she responded playfully, unbuttoning her blouse, and with a perverted slut face, showing her breasts to some guys who were having dinner at our table.
As you can imagine, this really got me going, my cock was exploding, and I was very anxious to see how far this situation could go, so I told her, why don't we leave and do the neighbor thing. To which she responded sensually.
I have to say that since several months ago, my girlfriend, under my insistence, would close the curtains at exactly the time when the neighbor was having dinner. This neighbor naturally awaited this moment religiously, and even without any pretenses on her part, they had exchanged a few words once when she opened the curtain and he was smoking with his open too. This situation, which I had really heated up about, had been one of the strongest things that had happened to me until then, them two chatting with my girlfriend in her breasts and without any scruples at all. So from then on, I started insisting that one day she would go and get him while I watched. Finally, that happy day had arrived, although I was still unsure if she would be up for it at the moment of the act. As for me, I knew it would be very difficult, very contradictory, but I had sworn to endure my jealousy until the last moment and give her space to morbo.
Since we said those last words in the restaurant, the two of us remained in a very deep silence, even in the taxi, you could feel fear and insecurity, but also absolute determination.
Upon arriving at the apt., almost without waiting, we carried out the plan. I turned off the heater, and scattered some phosphorus matches next to it (which would use as an excuse to attract the neighbor); and she took off all her clothes, left on a pair of black high heels that fit her divinely and put on my shirt over her naked body, unbuttoned.
The image was terribly strong, my girlfriend had 23 years old, thin, but with magnificent breasts, round and succulent, and beautiful nipples, pink in ideal size. A well-defined waistline, sexy belly, and the best possible thighs... and the fruit of the dessert, a well-groomed pussy.
This was the spectacle, with her shirt open and high heels, face like a hot cat, long and thick hair falling on her shoulders and back, giving her a wild look.
Before going to the door, I kissed her and told her everything would be fine, she responded with a supplicating glance but I resisted, and far from yielding, I said firmly that it was now or never. And I hid in the laundry room, whose door is next to the heater in the kitchen.
From then on, all was noise and speculation:
I heard the door, she holding her shirt at chest level, impatiently went to the next door and knocked. The wait was short but those two seconds felt like eternal doubts and fears. Finally, the door opened, and the neighbor, astonished but pretending, asked what she was looking for. To which she, as naturally as possible, told him she wanted to take a bath, that she had turned off the heater, would he be so kind as to help her.
Naturally, he responded immediately, went to get some slippers, leaving my girlfriend waiting in the hallway, and soon came out accompanying her to the The kitchen was less than a meter away where I was hiding. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour, with nerves, shame, jealousy, fever, and a marathon of intense sensations tormenting me. While in the kitchen, she began to unfold her innocence and unbuttoning her shirt, lifting her arms as if to gather her hair, and started talking: what's your name? - she said; and upon turning around and seeing such a spectacle, he couldn't help but take several seconds to remember his name and respond. The boy was trying to control his nerves and act normally, but the situation was complicated, my girlfriend is an infuriating beast, and had gotten herself worked up to within less than a meter of distance. The situation was so unreal, so ideal and perfect that the guy didn't understand anything, but wanted to behave accordingly, so he continued the conversation with great effort, trying to hide what was evident in his tone. The conversation went on for a bit more, she confessed she was drunk and wanted to change to go out, and he asked her a couple of things without thinking. Meanwhile, I was enjoying listening as my girlfriend took charge and challenged the boy who was completely disoriented. Finally, he managed to get it together, and upon turning around again, already unable to resist (at that point my girlfriend had her shirt open, one hand on her waist and the other stroking her hair falling down her left shoulder) I deposited my gaze longingly on her depilated pussy and hard and succulent tits, whose nipples were hard from the cold. Upon seeing that the boy's nerves completely inhibited him, she asked how he could repay that favor. To which he responded that it hadn't been any trouble at all, that he was there to help her. So as she headed towards the door, she kissed him on the cheek softly with her bare skin, and upon not responding, she started walking towards the after taking off her shirt and showing her beautiful tiny ass and the back of her pussy, my girlfriend was waiting for him to come over at any moment, but when she turned around as she reached the hallway door and saw that the neighbor was still in the same position looking stunned unable to move, and when he saw her turn to look at him, he couldn't take it anymore and left. As you can imagine after this we made love like wild animals several times, but the funniest thing was that while we were doing it the doorbell rang five times and would ring again... it was the neighbor who had just realized what had happened and wanted to get revenge. But this time he didn't get in.
So, between discreet caresses under the table, I told her, like many times in the past, that I would really heat up seeing her with another guy, the more slutty she was, the crazier I became (which was true, for me she is the sexual object, sex itself, there's nothing that heats me up more than her). To this, she responded playfully, unbuttoning her blouse, and with a perverted slut face, showing her breasts to some guys who were having dinner at our table.
As you can imagine, this really got me going, my cock was exploding, and I was very anxious to see how far this situation could go, so I told her, why don't we leave and do the neighbor thing. To which she responded sensually.
I have to say that since several months ago, my girlfriend, under my insistence, would close the curtains at exactly the time when the neighbor was having dinner. This neighbor naturally awaited this moment religiously, and even without any pretenses on her part, they had exchanged a few words once when she opened the curtain and he was smoking with his open too. This situation, which I had really heated up about, had been one of the strongest things that had happened to me until then, them two chatting with my girlfriend in her breasts and without any scruples at all. So from then on, I started insisting that one day she would go and get him while I watched. Finally, that happy day had arrived, although I was still unsure if she would be up for it at the moment of the act. As for me, I knew it would be very difficult, very contradictory, but I had sworn to endure my jealousy until the last moment and give her space to morbo.
Since we said those last words in the restaurant, the two of us remained in a very deep silence, even in the taxi, you could feel fear and insecurity, but also absolute determination.
Upon arriving at the apt., almost without waiting, we carried out the plan. I turned off the heater, and scattered some phosphorus matches next to it (which would use as an excuse to attract the neighbor); and she took off all her clothes, left on a pair of black high heels that fit her divinely and put on my shirt over her naked body, unbuttoned.
The image was terribly strong, my girlfriend had 23 years old, thin, but with magnificent breasts, round and succulent, and beautiful nipples, pink in ideal size. A well-defined waistline, sexy belly, and the best possible thighs... and the fruit of the dessert, a well-groomed pussy.
This was the spectacle, with her shirt open and high heels, face like a hot cat, long and thick hair falling on her shoulders and back, giving her a wild look.
Before going to the door, I kissed her and told her everything would be fine, she responded with a supplicating glance but I resisted, and far from yielding, I said firmly that it was now or never. And I hid in the laundry room, whose door is next to the heater in the kitchen.
From then on, all was noise and speculation:
I heard the door, she holding her shirt at chest level, impatiently went to the next door and knocked. The wait was short but those two seconds felt like eternal doubts and fears. Finally, the door opened, and the neighbor, astonished but pretending, asked what she was looking for. To which she, as naturally as possible, told him she wanted to take a bath, that she had turned off the heater, would he be so kind as to help her.
Naturally, he responded immediately, went to get some slippers, leaving my girlfriend waiting in the hallway, and soon came out accompanying her to the The kitchen was less than a meter away where I was hiding. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour, with nerves, shame, jealousy, fever, and a marathon of intense sensations tormenting me. While in the kitchen, she began to unfold her innocence and unbuttoning her shirt, lifting her arms as if to gather her hair, and started talking: what's your name? - she said; and upon turning around and seeing such a spectacle, he couldn't help but take several seconds to remember his name and respond. The boy was trying to control his nerves and act normally, but the situation was complicated, my girlfriend is an infuriating beast, and had gotten herself worked up to within less than a meter of distance. The situation was so unreal, so ideal and perfect that the guy didn't understand anything, but wanted to behave accordingly, so he continued the conversation with great effort, trying to hide what was evident in his tone. The conversation went on for a bit more, she confessed she was drunk and wanted to change to go out, and he asked her a couple of things without thinking. Meanwhile, I was enjoying listening as my girlfriend took charge and challenged the boy who was completely disoriented. Finally, he managed to get it together, and upon turning around again, already unable to resist (at that point my girlfriend had her shirt open, one hand on her waist and the other stroking her hair falling down her left shoulder) I deposited my gaze longingly on her depilated pussy and hard and succulent tits, whose nipples were hard from the cold. Upon seeing that the boy's nerves completely inhibited him, she asked how he could repay that favor. To which he responded that it hadn't been any trouble at all, that he was there to help her. So as she headed towards the door, she kissed him on the cheek softly with her bare skin, and upon not responding, she started walking towards the after taking off her shirt and showing her beautiful tiny ass and the back of her pussy, my girlfriend was waiting for him to come over at any moment, but when she turned around as she reached the hallway door and saw that the neighbor was still in the same position looking stunned unable to move, and when he saw her turn to look at him, he couldn't take it anymore and left. As you can imagine after this we made love like wild animals several times, but the funniest thing was that while we were doing it the doorbell rang five times and would ring again... it was the neighbor who had just realized what had happened and wanted to get revenge. But this time he didn't get in.
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