MI found myself in the countryside after my several-day trek, during which I collected different types of leaves as a botanist and had been assigned by the university where I work to conduct research on this region of the country. As I passed through this place, I could see that there were farms scattered apart from each other, and when night fell, I would ask for shelter at one of them or sleep wherever I was.
It's like that how I arrived at one of these farms I'm talking about and when I touched it, a man over 50 who was in a wheelchair opened the door for me. I mentioned my presence to him and asked if he could let me stay for a few days since I had to do some research in the area and offered to pay him money for his hospitality.
He made me go up and he behaved very kindly, which I attributed to the fact that people from the countryside are like that. The house was two-story and very spacious, but he told me he had his room on the first floor because he'd had an accident three years ago that left him like that.
When we were conversing seated at the dining table, a woman around 28 years old entered through the door, with very white and attractive skin which surprised me as not all of them in the place were like that. She looked at me surprised to find me there and for a moment I could sense her turmoil.
I introduce my wife Elena the man said to me, I stopped and extended my hand to greet her, her skin was very soft and warm, she was wearing a loose floral dress that couldn't hide her gracious forms, which invited something more than just a greeting. My eyes couldn't stop looking at her until she told me with a smile on her lips that I was welcome.
He arranged a room on the second floor, her husband asked, for the gentleman to stay with us for a few days, she went upstairs while the two of us stayed chatting, taking some drinks until nightfall and I went out to smoke a cigarette.
Due to the drinks I had consumed, my body was calling for me to release the pressure from my bladder and I wondered where there would be a bathroom, but then realized that being in the countryside, these types of houses had silos instead of bathrooms and as I turned my head I saw a light on at 30 meters away from the house in a rustic wooden building and I walked towards it with a quick pace due to the pressure I felt at that moment.
I was about to push the door when I heard sounds of water inside that place and since I had left the old man in there, the only one who could be there was his wife. The wooden construction had several gaps through which one could observe from outside inwards without being seen. I approached silently to one of the gaps and my heart started beating rapidly at what I saw.
She was standing completely naked inside a tub pouring water with a jug to wash her soaped body. Her breasts were perfect, the size of two oranges and the pink nipples looked defiant at the ceiling. Her small patch of hair formed a small triangle allowing me to see the shape of her vaginal lips and her ass was formed by round buttocks where any man would want to sink his fingers, this vision caused an immediate erection in me which caused certain pain as I still had pressure in my bladder.
When she was almost done, I returned home, after watering a little tree over there, sat back down at the table and the old man was approaching, pushing his wheelchair with another bottle of liquor, telling me he thought I had gotten lost in the countryside.
While we were drinking, his wife entered and while the old man was talking to me, I kept looking at her as she went up the stairs to go to her room. The old man started telling me about his accident and what bothered him most was seeing his young wife tied to a man who could no longer satisfy certain needs of hers. To myself, I thought how I wished I could help her, rolling around with her like an animal, licking her entire body.
The liquor and the fever I had were making me have these thoughts and I would tell him yes, that it was a pity, until the old man told me he had something to propose to me.
I want to ask you to give my wife some love, she told me. At first I thought I had misheard so I didn't say a word. Yes, he said but with a condition. You have to do it right here in front of me, and I also want to get excited watching you screw my wife.
After getting out of my astonishment, I asked her if she was aware of the matter. No, she replied, but she has to do what her husband orders her to do vociferously due to intoxication. !Elena, come down right away!. She came down immediately wearing a nightgown that closed with her hands but its transparency left me seeing that she only had on some underwear, no bra.
I'm happy tonight, I want you to put on music and drink with us. She did it willingly and was drinking a few cups with us when her husband told me, Dance with her, friend, at the moment they were playing a melody for dancing close on the radio. I took her out to dance and wrapped my arm around her waist, my heart began to accelerate and I noticed that her chest pressed against mine was also accelerating. This contact made my dick hard and I couldn't do anything so she wouldn't feel it. While we were dancing and when her head blocked the view of the old guy, I licked the lobe of his ear, she whispered in a low voice, Are you crazy? My husband is right in front of us. I told him he wanted this to happen. She looked at him and the old guy nodded his head.
I started kissing her smooth neck while arching my back so she could feel all of my thrusts against her pussy. I made her dress fall to the floor, passing my hands over her shoulders until only a white thong remained, then lowered my head to her breasts and she threw her head back as she sucked like an infant with a satisfaction that left gasps escaping from her mouth.
I put my hand inside her underwear, feeling with my fingers her vaginal lips, sensing a viscous substance coming from that hollow which would soon fill with cum.
Looked at the old man for an instant who wasn't missing any detail of how he was putting his hand to his wife as it seemed to me and I saw her feeling denied pleasure for years. I took off my pants and she got down on her knees, pulling out my penis from its prison and while she was sucking it in her mouth and looking at her husband's reaction with a sidelong glance.
After that spectacular blow job, she incorporated me and took off her panties, lifting me up on the table where we had been drinking liquor with her husband just moments before. I opened her legs and she was looking at my eyes, running her tongue over her lip, begging with her expression to put it in. I inserted my prick into her snatch and started moving in and out until I released a river of cream into her hole.
She separated from me and got down on all fours, giving her husband's ass, he approached her with his chair and put his thumb in her anus and index finger in her pussy, moving them in and out of what made me come immediately, I approached her and put my dick in front of her face, she grabbed it and started sucking it and coming until I felt it coming again and released all my liquid on her face which was quickly licked by this woman who asked me to stay with them.
Those days I always remember and think that there must have been another lucky one to whom they would have offered the same hospitality as to me?
It's like that how I arrived at one of these farms I'm talking about and when I touched it, a man over 50 who was in a wheelchair opened the door for me. I mentioned my presence to him and asked if he could let me stay for a few days since I had to do some research in the area and offered to pay him money for his hospitality.
He made me go up and he behaved very kindly, which I attributed to the fact that people from the countryside are like that. The house was two-story and very spacious, but he told me he had his room on the first floor because he'd had an accident three years ago that left him like that.
When we were conversing seated at the dining table, a woman around 28 years old entered through the door, with very white and attractive skin which surprised me as not all of them in the place were like that. She looked at me surprised to find me there and for a moment I could sense her turmoil.
I introduce my wife Elena the man said to me, I stopped and extended my hand to greet her, her skin was very soft and warm, she was wearing a loose floral dress that couldn't hide her gracious forms, which invited something more than just a greeting. My eyes couldn't stop looking at her until she told me with a smile on her lips that I was welcome.
He arranged a room on the second floor, her husband asked, for the gentleman to stay with us for a few days, she went upstairs while the two of us stayed chatting, taking some drinks until nightfall and I went out to smoke a cigarette.
Due to the drinks I had consumed, my body was calling for me to release the pressure from my bladder and I wondered where there would be a bathroom, but then realized that being in the countryside, these types of houses had silos instead of bathrooms and as I turned my head I saw a light on at 30 meters away from the house in a rustic wooden building and I walked towards it with a quick pace due to the pressure I felt at that moment.
I was about to push the door when I heard sounds of water inside that place and since I had left the old man in there, the only one who could be there was his wife. The wooden construction had several gaps through which one could observe from outside inwards without being seen. I approached silently to one of the gaps and my heart started beating rapidly at what I saw.
She was standing completely naked inside a tub pouring water with a jug to wash her soaped body. Her breasts were perfect, the size of two oranges and the pink nipples looked defiant at the ceiling. Her small patch of hair formed a small triangle allowing me to see the shape of her vaginal lips and her ass was formed by round buttocks where any man would want to sink his fingers, this vision caused an immediate erection in me which caused certain pain as I still had pressure in my bladder.
When she was almost done, I returned home, after watering a little tree over there, sat back down at the table and the old man was approaching, pushing his wheelchair with another bottle of liquor, telling me he thought I had gotten lost in the countryside.
While we were drinking, his wife entered and while the old man was talking to me, I kept looking at her as she went up the stairs to go to her room. The old man started telling me about his accident and what bothered him most was seeing his young wife tied to a man who could no longer satisfy certain needs of hers. To myself, I thought how I wished I could help her, rolling around with her like an animal, licking her entire body.
The liquor and the fever I had were making me have these thoughts and I would tell him yes, that it was a pity, until the old man told me he had something to propose to me.
I want to ask you to give my wife some love, she told me. At first I thought I had misheard so I didn't say a word. Yes, he said but with a condition. You have to do it right here in front of me, and I also want to get excited watching you screw my wife.
After getting out of my astonishment, I asked her if she was aware of the matter. No, she replied, but she has to do what her husband orders her to do vociferously due to intoxication. !Elena, come down right away!. She came down immediately wearing a nightgown that closed with her hands but its transparency left me seeing that she only had on some underwear, no bra.
I'm happy tonight, I want you to put on music and drink with us. She did it willingly and was drinking a few cups with us when her husband told me, Dance with her, friend, at the moment they were playing a melody for dancing close on the radio. I took her out to dance and wrapped my arm around her waist, my heart began to accelerate and I noticed that her chest pressed against mine was also accelerating. This contact made my dick hard and I couldn't do anything so she wouldn't feel it. While we were dancing and when her head blocked the view of the old guy, I licked the lobe of his ear, she whispered in a low voice, Are you crazy? My husband is right in front of us. I told him he wanted this to happen. She looked at him and the old guy nodded his head.
I started kissing her smooth neck while arching my back so she could feel all of my thrusts against her pussy. I made her dress fall to the floor, passing my hands over her shoulders until only a white thong remained, then lowered my head to her breasts and she threw her head back as she sucked like an infant with a satisfaction that left gasps escaping from her mouth.
I put my hand inside her underwear, feeling with my fingers her vaginal lips, sensing a viscous substance coming from that hollow which would soon fill with cum.
Looked at the old man for an instant who wasn't missing any detail of how he was putting his hand to his wife as it seemed to me and I saw her feeling denied pleasure for years. I took off my pants and she got down on her knees, pulling out my penis from its prison and while she was sucking it in her mouth and looking at her husband's reaction with a sidelong glance.
After that spectacular blow job, she incorporated me and took off her panties, lifting me up on the table where we had been drinking liquor with her husband just moments before. I opened her legs and she was looking at my eyes, running her tongue over her lip, begging with her expression to put it in. I inserted my prick into her snatch and started moving in and out until I released a river of cream into her hole.
She separated from me and got down on all fours, giving her husband's ass, he approached her with his chair and put his thumb in her anus and index finger in her pussy, moving them in and out of what made me come immediately, I approached her and put my dick in front of her face, she grabbed it and started sucking it and coming until I felt it coming again and released all my liquid on her face which was quickly licked by this woman who asked me to stay with them.
Those days I always remember and think that there must have been another lucky one to whom they would have offered the same hospitality as to me?
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