The receptionist .

Being married to a liberal woman is synonymous with being always ready for an adventure. Any time and any place an idea may arise and you, as a good husband, will have to help. We took advantage of an extended vacation and decided to visit Gramado, but before we got to RS, we passed through SP. At the airport in Guarulhos, Tom appeared out of nowhere. Tom is an old friend we met in a liberal bar in Salvador, and who dated Keyla for about 5 years until he moved to SP. For 3x we visited him in his new city, but the contacts were getting scarce. Knowing that we would spend a few hours at the airport of SP, Keyla made contact and therefore appeared. It was all her idea. She was already telling me: love, here I can freely date Tom, and I miss him. After the initial conversation, the two left holding hands, appearing only when the boat was near, exchanging kisses, and he bade us farewell. In it, Keyla says, "Honey, do you want to see all the men go crazy?" And she kissed me. That kiss with the taste of sperm, I already knew what she was up to. Indeed, many people were observing since not long before she had kissed another man and now she was kissing me. It just kind of turned us on, and the ride went off at a fast pace, a lot of taps on the faucet when the neighbor in the armchair wasn't looking. On the way to Gramado, I had to make fun of my fingers because the bus was half empty. When I got to the hotel, another one of Keyla's, and I noticed that she had a crush on a receptionist, young, blond, looking like she'd just come out of her teens, so I let it slide. We'd stay for five days, and every day I'd see Keyla open up more to him. One of those days she said she was going for a late walk. I said I was going, too, and she told me to stay quiet in the room she'd be arriving in a little bit. I figured, she picked up the new guy. He came back about two hours later with a very naughty face and said, "Come here, love, kiss me good". I kissed. That kiss with the taste of sperm. I asked: was the new receptionist? She laughed, and said: I knew that you had noticed love. It was him yes, we went to his house. I sucked good, he made fun of my dick and I made fun of his tongue twice. He wanted to eat me, but I said not there, he wanted to be eaten in my room. He said that he might have a problem with the husband, but I said that you would be out working. "Then, my love", she continued, "after coffee you'll go out and I'll tell you when to come back. I'll be in bed waiting for you, all open as you like and with a bucket full of groom's milk to be cleaned for you. The next morning, as we agreed, I left after breakfast, went for a walk around the city, and about three o'clock in the afternoon, I got the message. I walked through the gate, and there he was, and he greeted me kind of unkindly, and I went up. When I got to the room, there was Keyla, naked, wide open, her breasts hard, smiling, calling me: come love, clean my pocket, the groom enjoyed a liter inside me. I didn't wait for another invitation. While I was sucking on that mealy bucket, she said: love what a nice boy, big dick, difficult to get in, had to make a lot of effort and I rolled a lot. After he got in it got very tight, and I really wanted to feel him laughing, but he wasn't laughing, love. Then I put him down and sat on that big dick, there love you save like a good roll. It didn't take long and the groom gave in, he had a lot of fun. I fixed it up so you could see it dripping. While she was recounting her experience, and I was doing what excites her the most, Keyla made fun of me twice. We took a shower and went out to lunch. As she walked past the reception she said to the groom: oh my dear, can you ask to clean our room? It's a mess, I woke up late today, you know? And she left smiling... After that, he still had time for a quick blowjob and a booty call on the fire escape. I'm sure you've exhausted the groom's supply of milk.