The Good Guy - Part 1

Another true story, only the name has been changed. As it got a little big we divided it into two publications. The pictures are merely illustrative.
After the story of the waiter with whom I became involved, I became more open to events, I was more liberal, more initiative, more conscious and, why not say, more naughty.
It was a Saturday night and we decided to go to a motel, not the one we were used to, I wanted something different, I wanted to seduce another waiter, I liked the first one I showed up, we went to a great motel.
We ordered the best suite, if not one of the best suites, and we got to the suite, and I did what I did the first time, and I ordered a drink, and I got naked, and I waited for the waiter to come in, and if I saw him and I liked him, he'd show me how naked I was.
He rang the bell, the door of the living room opened, and I saw through the window of the door, a young man of about 30 years, white, medium height and thin, without the traditional butterfly tie. I liked his little face and opened the door completely asking him to give me the drink in my hands. He was a bit scared and gave me the drink. He looked inside the suite and saw my husband naked. He left the drink and went out.
I entered the room and left the door open, convinced that the next request would be answered by him. After a while I ordered a new drink. The door of the suite was wide open and we lay naked, I with my head on Paul's chest and smoothing his stick.
The doorbell rang, the door opened and closed again. I shouted to come in. It was the same. He came in and naturally talked to us a little, he was very nice. I noticed that he had a slightly different posture.
When he left I accompanied him to the living room, closed the door and had a conversation with him: What is his name? Vander (fictitious). Single? No, married, two daughters. Exposed my great will, which I would like immensely, bi male. He told me that he never did, that he was married and so on. I asked if he was not curious to do and initially answered no, but with the conversation opened up and said yes, I thought that everyone had a man, but did not have the opportunity and still the courage. If it arose, would you do it? I do not know, maybe, he answered. There was a remote possibility that what I wanted would happen and it would be a surprise for Paul. I asked if we could go back to start and he told me that there would be no problem. He was the night manager and would only be bothered if something happened. I asked him when he could come back and I told Paul in the room, and I said nothing.
We both went into the pool, it was summer and, despite the air conditioning, it was hot. Paul was sitting on the edge and I was sucking his dick when I saw Vander enter the suite. I invited him into the pool. He took off his clothes and went in. I continued sucking and he came over, while I used my mouth he used his hand and stroked Paul's dick and bag. He didn't seem to like it because he threatened to leave, but I held him. While I was sucking, he smoothed Paul's dick and mine. I began to feel the molasses coming down my legs. Unfortunately, soon they came calling him to solve a problem. Before I asked his work schedule, we could go back and find him. We gave our steps, we asked for the bill, and we were able to. Although we were going to go back at six o'clock and we would ask for a drink and I told him even less so that he would know that we had left the door open, in case it hadn't already happened, I warned.
On the way home Paul asked what it was. I simply replied that it was a desire to repeat what had happened to the masseur, that he knew it. He said that he was surprised and that he did not want a repetition. I simply said that more things would happen. We closed the matter.
The next week, I called Paul to come back to the motel on Friday, and he said yes, but he didn't want Vander to do anything with him.
What's so great about letting him smooth you, suck you, what's so bad about rubbing yourself on his ass, what's so bad about you grabbing his dick?
I've already agreed with that masseur once.
- Are you gonna tell me now that you didn't like it, that you didn't make fun of him sucking your dick and punching your dick?
- It was unexpected and to please you I left, but I don't like it.
- Come on, I've let you eat several girls, I've let you eat my sister, you've eaten Fernanda, I've given for Michel when you wanted, I've given for Fabio because you
He insisted, I even gave my ass to him.
- Shit, you're fucked up when you want something.
- I don't want anything too much. I've already given enough. I don't deny that I took pleasure in seducing those waiters. Why don't you give in just once? He won't eat your ass, but I'd like to see you sucking his cock. He said.
I'm not gonna do that, I'm not gonna suck any dick, as far as letting him do it, we'll see how it goes, if I feel bad, we'll stop, okay?
I agreed with him, knowing that there was the possibility of accepting at time H. For me it was a huge desire.