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We had hoped to get together with our threesome partner last weekend, but life (his work and family obligations) got in the way. Our next scheduled creampie partouze, here at our home, isn’t until mid-February, but there’s always a chance before then that Ginger and I can get away to his town, check into a nearbye hotel on a Thursday night, and be wakened early Friday morning when he uses a room key hidden under a tire of our car to let himself into our room. Here’s what happened last time:

A quick undressing and he slid naked into the king bed to join us, who were of course already naked. The pleasure on all our faces was so evident, as was the excitement visible on our rapidly-enlarging cocks as his cool body made full contact with her warm one.

They snogged for a while as I added kisses to the other side of her face, and when I ran my hands over her soft rounded body I found to my delight his hands reacquainting themselves with it as well. At this point my priority became to see his hot hard Italian sausage nose its way into my wife’s already slick pink labia and bury itself deep inside her genitals, but – that was just me, at that moment, anyway, because his need was to gratify his desire for her taste. He slid down her body, suckling leisurely at her large bouncy pink-nippled breasts, her soft enticing tummy, and her moist ginger-coloured pubic hair before pulling back somewhat to bring her pussy into focus. The serious gaze softened into a smile, then he looked up and locked into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her oozing crotch and drilled his tongue deep inside her married muff.

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This wasn’t about getting her off, although by the way she was clutching his head and grinding it into her crotch it wouldn’t have been difficult. No, this was about his need to satisfy his oral craving to wallow in her slick love lips that ran over with her inner juices, his tongue going wild alternating between surface and depths as his nose rummaged through her flooded pubic hair. I didn’t blame him…I probably think of doing the very same thing about a thousand times a day myself.

Eventually he was temporarily sated. Another need – to have his rampant sex ramrod inside her flowing sex organ – dominated his sperm-clouded brain. And when I say sperm-clouded, I mean that quite literally, as he had (as was his custom) abstained from emptying his balls for five days.

He got to his knees as I raised my head in anticipation, slid forward to grasp her hips and pulled her to him. He started absent-mindedly stroking his fat fuck-stick as he leaned his head to the side, alternately viewing her pussy and her smiling face while pursing his lips and breathing in, no doubt inhaling the sweet scent of her aroused cunt on his moustache. Then, as I leaned even further forward, almost within an extended tongue-length of the action, he put his prick to her pulsating portal, patting it a few times, then pushed it into her pretty pudenda, sinking it to the hilt in one slow glide as my heart almost stopped.

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