My name is Lore Part 1

My name is Lore. Like tonight, even two years ago I was at my PC and conversed with men and women from different social backgrounds exchanging their impressions of desires and then experiences. It was nice. The world of my pc is infinite.

One evening than I stumbled upon a chat in a man in his forties and we told some of our experiences and hidden desires. I will call him RAS told me that many women, especially housewives, had confided their willingness to betray her husband and that some of them invited him to her house and fuck.

I felt that I would tell the stories just to make himself look good and I’ve kept the wire confiding that I would like and I’d be very excited to see my wife with another, but I never agreed that to happen.

In return RAS replied thus: “All women after a certain period like trespassing and I think your wife would do it willingly, maybe you have not the courage to let her try.”

“I figured,” I replied, “I would not believe even seeing it.”

“Then put it to the test, if there is I’ll make my excuses and I will offer you a holiday where you want it, but if I’m right you’ll have to stay on the sidelines without intervening.”

“I’ll put my finger on it,” I replied, “I accept the challenge and prepared to pay for it.”

Then, he continued RAS do so; you say to your wife who called you a friend of childhood and that he wants you to come to dinner with his wife, in a restaurant from its parts. Then tomorrow say what decided me.

The same evening at the table I told my wife, I will call for Chiara Convention, the conversation and the invitation. He immediately asked about that friend and I had to invent quite a few lies to make my story more believable. When I finished the story of how we met, his face lit up with a grin and consented to the invitation.

My wife is a simple woman, with very kind eyes, blonde, medium length hair, very curvy and with two boobs to kiss. Pale complexion, proportionate legs and a pair of thighs rocking.

I described Chiara to make you the idea of what I was about to do.

The next day I called RAS and we fixed the day and the place for dinner.

In the evening my wife established the agenda prepared for the meeting, but not in the usual way as when we go with friends, but with something more that gave me a certain excitement.

She had blonde hair pulled back, a beautiful lipstick and a really exciting trick. She was wearing a nice pair of sandals high-heeled silver color, a dress that barely covered the lace of the stockings. I was for a moment to look at her without saying a word and only after I had the quickness to exclaim; “you’re beautiful love”.

We went out it was already dark, we got in the car and off to what was to be just the answer to a bet.

The restaurant we had selected him away from our house. It was a place a little off the beaten track but very cozy. Once there, I went and opened the car door to my wife that down, inadvertently, or maybe he not, brought up her dress up over her thighs revealing a part of the white panties.

Them out was waiting for him, RAS. A man in his forties, tall, robust with an attractive face covered in thick black hair. There we recognized immediately as we had exchanged pictures and noticed that he had enjoyed the scene of my wife’s thighs. She winked at him and walked over to Clare blinked a slight kiss on the hand and exclaiming; “I did not know you had a wife so beautiful and attractive.” We entered the restaurant and RAS preceded us.

The interior lights were dimmed and the notes of a very soft music were spreading in the room where a few couples were having dinner and talking softly.

We sat at a table near the front porch since being summer it was hot. My friend took the initiative and sat next to my wife while I was on the other side of the table. It did not bother me indeed, I said I was happy. My wife also began to ease by taking off the knitted sweater and showing that beautiful decolletage that drove me crazy. But probably I go crazy for what I was not just me. RAS did not take away his eyes off her, and did not end more than complimentary about how she was dressed and how it really was a beautiful woman.

On the other end of the table I noticed that my wife had meanwhile crossed her legs and no doubt the show had to be really interesting, because RAS turned his gaze in that direction visibly excited and a little smile winked at me defiantly.

I made him see simply staring into his eyes he was not going to win it.

It was served good wine and Chiara proved to appreciate it very much. Gradually became talkative, her face seemed to become more sensual and not stop smiling at Ras he was talking not even remember what it was that much fun my wife.

We finished the dinner fumandoci a cigarette out on the verandah. She was sipping a cool glass of sparkling wine and laughed as happy as a child. The soft light of lanterns suited her sweet appearance, delicate. The tight-fitting dress, glued to the buttocks and thighs suited her an extremely seductive.

The evening was over and nothing had happened. I was right, I told myself.

We walked to the car. As we walked Ras, who looked thoughtfully went out suddenly with these words: “Why do not we leave a car here and we go all three in a drive to end the evening? I Lore guide I maybe I drank too much. “

Ras took the car, a Mercedes very spacious. He gallantly opened the back door to my wife and let her go, he went up ‘the other side while I I sat at the wheel.

We left for the disco of some laughing joke. to arrive. The street was dark, and in the dim light I could see my wife from the mirror amused at jokes about him on how they dressed some women, too punished according to him indulging from time to time in the laughter as only she can do.

Now silence had fallen inside the car for perhaps the hearty dinner. Only occasionally I heard to whisper a few words I did not understand and muffled laughter interspersed with Clare sighs. I thought that my wife began to feel tired and inside me, perhaps hoping that the evening could finish them. We passed near a farmhouse on the road and the light of a street lamp lit for a moment the passenger compartment. I did not miss the sudden movement of my wife. I asked if everything was okay. “Very well,” she replied with a slightly breathless voice. Ras insisted: “All right.”

Past the cottage all was in the twilight: Pian eyes slowly became accustomed to the dark and my eyes went on inside rearview mirror and what I saw I really left speechless. Ras was kissing her on the neck Chiara and her hand was resting on his thigh above the highs and attempting to climb even while my wife continued to make small giggles intermingled with increasingly audible sighs.

My wife tried unsuccessfully to remove in a non convinced his hand. I heard her whisper, “nooo leaves.” Now his hand was resting on a breast of Clare and was groping and kissing. Clare tried to free but at the same time was excited by the attention. She let out a long sigh when his hand penetrated between her thighs and I assume he had already his fingers on the pussy.

The sight made me hard cock yet my jealousy skyrocketed. I wanted to stop and close the evening there but I did not, I went to look and drive as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, they were now approached so as to be in each other’s arms she moved her pelvis and legs now open to welcome him the hand that was rummaging inside her pussy. He was enjoying. I escaped a groan that I pretended not to hear, then lowered her face on his pants and I distinctly heard him suck back of a mouth full of cock. I would not have believed. My wife was doing a stranger to me what I had often denied. They kissed tongue in her mouth and she replied with equal ardor.

The dim lights of the car dashboard illuminated the scene. The two were now true lovers.
We arrived at the nightclub. I saw my wife, who was putting together before going down and when Ras opened the door Clare descended visibly reddened his face still excitedly.

There were many people inside the room. We went and sat down. A bench greeted my wife and Ras while I sat beside them to me in an armchair. I began to feel disappointment but I was too excited to the strange situation that gave me the pleasure mixed feelings in insane jealousy. They were next to each other very close, spoke spoke .. .. I do not know what.