The Night Before - A Marvelous One

The Night Before - A Marvelous One by curious husband Yesterday was kissing day, a date that is touted on TV but I didn't even know it exists. But you see how everything has to be celebrated and so when my wife complained about me not having kissed her yet as I was leaving for work I gave her a quick kiss and she then charged me because I don't care about the kiss. I told her that I do like kisses, but she knows when I really like them. You only like it when we're fucking! - That's right, I confirmed it. She knows I don't care about kisses, that I actually like to kiss when we are in bed making love. Returning to our case, as I was already late for work, I told her that we could go out at night and make up the delay so she would be covered with kisses. When I arrived in the afternoon, we went for a walk and told her that she had an executive meeting at the club around eight o'clock. She said while going to the club she could get ready for us to leave because as soon as it was over I would come back to pick her up. After walking, she got into our suite and took a bath. My wife's put on a little weight lately, nothing excessive but instead of making her ugly she got even hotter. When she came down from our room after bathing, she was wearing a very short red and white striped knit gown that was even scandalously so cute it left her. If she pulled it down the little bundle would already appear and on one of the occasions when I passed near her, I took advantage to give a small handshake to feel the texture of her butt. She simply reprimanded me with a smile: - You freak! To which I replied: - It's good! Of course that wasn't the outfit she was going to go out with me in, but it was just to give her some time before producing for a night which promised to be marvelous as indeed it was. When I praised her little dress she said that it was too short and then I asked about another one of hers, a red one which when she wore it looked wonderful. She told me that now it didn't fit anymore. We exchanged some more conversations and when the time came I went to the meeting at the club. I thought it would be over soon, but the meeting went on for more than an hour. When I arrived to pick her up she had already come asking why there was a delay. I explained what happened and then we said good-bye to our children and headed off to a snack bar near our house. My intention was to take her someplace different that night, or maybe a motel, but this is after we've had something to eat and some beers. She was wearing a mini-jeans skirt, short but not outrageous that showed off her generous thighs and a beautiful red blouse with an open sleeve whose breasts almost looked like they wanted to jump out of the shirt. Overall, she was beautiful! After we got in the car, my wife asked me if I thought she was "with" or "without" panties. When I said that I didn't think so because at home I hadn't noticed any marks on her clothes and then she told me it was wrong. She was wearing a pair of underwear I gave to her long ago which I would have loved. Having said this, I guessed that they were white micro-pants like dental floss with a sensual twist shaped as an ass chew. Arriving at the snack bar, we found two couples of friends who invited us to their table. We sat with them and were eating, drinking and playing chat outdoors. We talked about everything a little bit, but the main topic is BBQs, lunches, meals, other snacks - nothing serious anyway While talking, in one moment my wife noticed that when she leaned down slightly on the table her breasts seemed like they would pop out of her blouse. She went to adjust her blouse so they'd be more modest, and she realized that I was looking at her. She whispered asking my opinion on whether the shirt wasn't too ugly, actually wanting to know if it weren't outrageous, but I whistled in her ear low-key that she was beautiful and that her breasts were so tasty you wanted to suck them. And I took the opportunity to poke around, asking how many people had sucked on them. She smiled that naughty little smile and whispered back to me: Only two sucked on them. I asked again, taking advantage of the fact that our other friends at table were not paying attention to us. But at that moment someone asked something and she didn't answer, nor did we get a chance to talk privately anymore because we got involved in the group conversation again. When the other two couples talked about asking for the bill since they were separated I asked my wife if she would have another beer as an outsider and since she said she doesn't want any more drinks, I took advantage of it and also requested my account. When I got up to leave, the others asked why we were in such a hurry. Since we have some degree of intimacy with these friends, she asked if they didn't know that it was kissing night. Then... my wife added, slightly mischievous: - We want to spend the night kissing... The other couples screwed up a little, but I didn't care because they were supposed to enjoy the night too. As soon as we were settled in the car, before leaving I passed my hands over her thick cushions and went underneath her mini-skirt and reached down to her lovely thin delicate tangerine and stroked her delicious little shinny. She asked me calmly that there was no place for us here When I left with the car, she asked me where we were going to take her and I said that I wanted to go somewhere else. I replied that the place to which we were taking her would be far away and safe, but she argued that even in such a remote location there was danger because our car model did not lock its doors from inside. I then proposed to take her to a motel, but she remembered that it would be expensive and in our house we wouldn't spend anything because our room is a delightful suite. So he suggested going to our own home as it was already late and the children at this time would have been sleeping so we could save on the value of the hotel, which she later spent with his hair. Then our bedroom is far away from the children's room, because ours is in the upper part of the house and their rooms are downstairs on the opposite side. Even if they were awake, we could just close the doors to make ourselves comfortable. I finally agreed and went to our house. When we entered it, we noticed that our son was already asleep but our daughter was still awake. My wife came to talk with her, arguing that it was late and she should sleep in order to wake up early the next day for school. While they were getting ready, I went to the communal bathroom still on the ground floor because the beer had taken effect and I felt a crazy urge to pee. After relieving myself, I brushed my teeth and was ready to climb into our room when my wife came up to me already saying that if I had chosen to take her to the <unk>mato<unk> she wouldn't know what to do because she didn't want to pee anymore. She said this by squeezing his handkerchief over hers. I joked with her that if we had gone, she could pee in the woods because no one but me would see it. She argued that there was no paper to wipe herself on and I told her she didn't even need to do so as she knows how much I love her piss-washed bedside tablets. Anyway, she ran upstairs to the suite bathroom and relieved herself deliciously in the toilet bowl. Meanwhile I was taking off my shoes and putting them away. Then I went into the rest room and took off all of my clothes leaving only panties while she, after wiping her chin, brushed her teeth. Back in the room, she said that she would play a nice song for us to listen to but instead of turning on her CD turned on the radio and looked for a station playing music that suited her taste as well as mine. Then smiling maliciously put her hand around her waist and asked if I should take off my clothes. I said, "Of course not", that she wanted clothes and everything, especially a mini-sack on our bed. (Laughter) And I've been grabbing her and putting my hands underneath the Mini-Sack to reach for her little microwave tray. How cute was she? We exchanged kisses, and while we were making out with each other, She, in turn, while letting herself be caressed, squeezed my ass and sat down on the bed and took out my dick and was already sucking it. What a delight of delights is being sucked by her. I love the way she does to suck my cock. Swallows, sucks really deeply, bites good, comes with his mouth up into your head and then again swallow and bite very deep, driving me crazy. Since I was standing up and she's sitting on the bed, she had to twist all over herself to suck my cock which made it easier for me to get into her pussy. Especially when I can stick my fingers in the bottom of her little tub, feel it warm and wet. And while I was sucking my dick, she kept pulling down my panties until they got to my feet and I pulled them off for good, getting naked. As she lay there, I knelt beside her and offered my stick again for her to suck while I opened up her legs, lowered the mini-skirt, and put my hand between her thighs. A couple of little hand moves, and my fingers went crazy to feel her alive in colour so soon the thong was pulled away from me and I got all over it with a 69 stick on its mouthpiece. I love sliding my tongue down that little melody she has when she's horny, and as we caress her and suck on it, she almost swallows my cock from all the sucking and me going to the clouds because of the hard-on. But then when I feel like she is reaching for a boner, Then I put my mouth down on her little breasts, and when the compliments that are delicious come in she makes a charm about how they're soft and saggy, which is absolutely not true. I alternate kisses, sucking and biting until she begs me to be more careful because it hurts. And takes the opportunity to take off my blouse and bra which she knows that I don't like; I fall face down on her breasts again and ask how many men have had their nipples sucked into those little boobs once again. She looks at me in a way that makes clear she doesn't want to talk about this and replies: You're not very good at this. "Tell me how many have sucked on these beautiful tits here", I asked again, taking the opportunity to lick them back. She does, showing that she likes to be sucked on the breasts and low-key and answers "Only two". - Two other people besides me? No, just you and Elias. - But what about MARCOS, did he ever suck your nipples? Marcos is my friend, the one who after breaking up with her went out with my ex and in retaliation she left me and we stayed together until today despite various fights and break-ups that we had when we were still single. He was her first boyfriend, the guy I thought he took off his cock while dating but which she assures him wasn't the first to eat it. This friend of mine has always been a nice guy, but turned to theater, talking head high considerations and according to her little connected with sex. According to what she told me, during all time dating her he barely touched his hands over clothes. And more it was just kisses. They even had intercourse, only after they met again, long after their break-up when she'd already fucked me. And this happened on one occasion in which we broke off our relationship. When he knew that we were broken up, he found her, talked together and then you went out. He would then have taken her to a remote place in the middle of nowhere where they ended up having sex, but she insists that he wasn't as good with him as he was with me. We have many fantasies, but we never go beyond that. If anyone from the region of Campinas or other places is interested in meeting us for friendship or who knows anything else, write to us, but send a picture of yourself without which we will not respond. Email: [email protected]