Décadas de sexo (5): A través de la ventana -segunda parte

Maria and I spent our summers in a rustic beach hutsee) I had to absent myself and when I got back, Mali, the appetizing neighbor from the cabin next door, called me. I entered and through her window, you could see me in bed with María having a good time with her boyfriend, the sturdy Paulão.

– Sixty-nine… – I admired with a sigh. More fun, I added: My favorite number.

– Seventy – she corrected, almost naked and visibly excited –, there's a finger up the ass.

– So seventy-one! – I pointed out, indicating with twoFingers towards our unfaithful partners.

I asked, pointing with my chin, how it had passed. 'Quick: I went to shower an hour ago and arrived a few minutes ago', he said in a low voice without stopping looking at me. I was a victim of a spell that Mali's hand pulled out of mine over my own clothes, turned into stone by her sole will. Separating the view from the burning landscape for a moment, she looked at me with a murmur of approval and commented: 'You also like to see that, huh?'. There, under the uncertain light of the lantern, they changed positions. María was on her knees but with her legs very open and her pubis almost against the mattress, a pose I identify as totally surrendered since then. Paulão, who at that moment could have done anything to him, was touching and licking her from behind, pulling out brusque moans from her. She was fondling her breasts, increasing her pleasure.

- This little one is very promiscuous– commented Mali, swallowing saliva. To not be outdone, he put himself in front of me, released my device and passed it between his legs, immersing it in the humid heat that pierced through the bikini fabric. Now I had to do something more than witness someone else's joy! I left off being an entranced spectator and with two skilled tugs untied the thong, which fell to the floor, allowing contact between my flesh and hers, with her pubic hair and fluids, while I pinched (finally!) her extremely high nipples. Mali was breathing heavily, leaning on the window. A few meters away, they were still going at it with everything. María was riding her dark stallion, probably already penetrated by that enormous virility. He, for his part, seemed to want to tear off her breasts. From this side, Mali was holding my lubricated cock and putting it in the doorway of her paradise. In a low voice but with a tone that didn't admit refusal, he ordered me: – Push, Castilian. I had to obey. I slid smoothly and uninterruptedly until my pelvis collided with her voluptuous buttocks. The strong groans had become almost simultaneous, but they hadn't noticed they had spectators until Mali, in the midst of orgasm, poked her head out and shouted: – Slut, I have your husband inside me! On the other side, they interrupted their frenzy. Paulão surprised, with a face still more like a good boy (look at you!), And María, perhaps to say something, asked me what I was doing there. I shrugged my shoulders without taking it away from Mali, who, giving up the voyeurism session, closed the mosquito net and took me to her bed. The two small orgies continued all night. Mali and I were recharging our heat by deducing the impudences on the other side from the shouts and acting out our own. It was dawn when we fell asleep. With the sun high, Paulão woke me up, apologizing because they had to deliver the cabin, as they had to return to their city. I quickly got dressed, gave Mali a kiss, who was waking up naked, smiling and dirty from me. As I left, I warmly shook Paulão's hand, who felt obligated to congratulate me with courtesy:

- Your wife is grand. He praised her performance in bed with the innocence of a flirtatious remark on his eyes (by the way, beautiful). The same! I laughed, we exchanged addresses and phone numbers and I went to my cabin. María was still sleeping, exhausted from the athletic mulatto. I curled up next to her, wrapped in the fresh aromas of excellent sex between four people.