Indian Wife and Young Frenchmen

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Neither Serge nor Pierre had reached orgasm and she knew there was more to come. It came quickly as Serge stood up and lifted her , his strong hands under her cheeks and quite literally impaled her on his shaft. Anita gasped but Serge knew she could take it and Pierre's hands joined his as they lifted her....then dropped her....onto Serge's cock. The shock of hitting the
bottom of his organ made her moan, a sort of gutteral sound emanating from her throat as she were held off the ground, her arms around Serge's neck , her shapely legs hanging limply as each stroke from him made her seem like a beautiful rag doll. With each stroke her free breasts bobbed up and down, her nipples brushing against his lips till one occasionally found its way in his mouth. Then she could feel that he was ready and she felt him stiffen. When his seed spurted into her a little tear rolled down her cheek at the intensity of it all and she hung on tight as his body shook with his
passion for her.

She rested in the arms of Pierre who stroked her gently and let her sleep for half an hour before he claimed his reward. She gave it to him willingly and openly, her lovemaking less frantic than before, more sensual and with finesse. Pierre did not have the dimensions of Serge but he was a considerate and skilful lover and when she shared her orgasm it was almost a thing of beauty as they were lost in each others arms like newlywed lovers.

If I were to leave my husband, Anita thought, it would be with Pierre. He is so gentle yet passionate ... she banished the thought from her mind....this was a one off.....never to be repeated. It was however nice to fantasize one’s thought, as if the reality had not been enough for one day.

The setting sun was forming a golden glow in the sky. It was time to head home. Her husband would have perhaps returned or would be returning. She got up with a start. Despite the fact that she was nude with two strangers and had just made love to them there was
no guilt, no shame. A thought crossed her mind. Would she have been able to sleep on the beach, nude, with so much confidence had it not been for the presence of these two young men? However there was still one little work to be performed; a favour that had to be returned. As they slept happily, she bent down and gently, very gently took Serge’s flaccid cock in her hand and pulled the foreskin back revealing the pink mushroom head. She did not know why but she dangled her breast till the nipple touched the tip of his organ.She somehow felt that she owed this to the organ that had brought her so much pleasure: a touch of her breasts. She wihdrew immediately and then flicked her tongue over it, tasting the combined juices and then took as much of it in her mouth as she could and sucked at it. Passionately. Last time before parting. Serge moaned with pleasure. She withdrew and promptly took the balls in her mouth.By the time he awoke she directed her attention to Pierre’s circumcised cock, the head defiantly exposed. She flicked her tongue all over and nibbled at it playfully before giving it too a final passionate suck followed by the warm and gentle suck of his balls. They were now both fully awake. She told them by sign language that it was time for her to leave. They understood and hugged her one by one. As a parting gesture they started kissing her breasts bringing their tongues in a downwards licking motion right down to the hollow of her bare feet. The sensations brought her nipples to full attention. Anita again started getting wet inside. However it was time to leave.Now! They too got up, their magnificent nude bodies, like those of Greek gods.

She waved them goodbye as their boat headed out to sea, fingering the champagne cork they had given her as a memento of a beautiful day spent together and headed back to the car as dusk approached.

"Did you have a good day, Anita darling?" her husband enquired clairvoyantly.

"Well, you know, the usual hot day at beach with my two young French lovers" She replied naughtily.
Both Anita and her husband laughed as they went to take a shower.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 2 months ago

One of the best stories!!

I have read this countless times and still love every line of it

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Love it, gave you a 5 (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)! My cup of tea.

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