The first swing was with the boys...

First I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Claudia, I'm 26 years old, I'm a light brunette, with light brown eyes, hair today the color of honey, slightly wavy and quite long. I'm 1.69m, 58kg, thin waist, thick thighs, medium breasts and quite firm. Paulo, my husband, is 27 years old, 1.75m, and is quite handsome. Modesty aside, we are a pretty couple. Our relationship is well settled sexually, and despite many fantasies, we had never had the courage to involve someone else in our trances. I think the main reason for this was the intimate insecurity of each of us, that a third person involved, would end up becoming more than a one-time lover, quite for the other. Our step, the story I need to tell, happened naturally and despite the help of fate, was our little push. We live in Fortaleza and have been married for five years. We are from Rio de Janeiro, and we came to Fortaleza because of a job offer that Paul, a civil engineer, could not refuse. It was June 2001, and we had just arrived in the city. As new arrivals, we looked like tourists, and we wanted to see the beauties of the place. Since Paul worked all week, we made a deal: I would go to see the places and then on weekends we would go together to those that I liked the most. I love the beach, and the idea was mainly to know the beaches of the region. The beaches are wonderful and for the time of year, they were quite deserted. It was on the day I decided to visit the beach of the Long which is a beautiful beach, about two kilometers of shore, all bordered by coconut trees, that I met Marcia, her son Marcos and his friend Octavio. Both of them, despite their height, still had that body of boys, who will grow hair one day. They were 15 and 16 years old respectively. Marcia was from São Paulo, had rented a house with her sister and her husband, right by the sea, to spend the holidays. Despite the immensity of the beach to stay people gathered near the only existing beach tent, to be able to drink water or eat something, and also because of the freshwater shower that the owner of the tent put for the guests. That's where we met. We commented on the beauty of the beach, and she asked me where I was from because of the accent and so we started talking about amenities. From a cordial chat on the edge of the balcony she asked me if I was alone and if I didn't want to sit with her to continue to eat paper. I thought it was great, because I was already full of deserted beach without anyone to talk to. I grabbed my cane and stretched out beside her. I felt that at that hour I attracted the attention of the two little boys, who were disguised in my shapes. In the morning I was still wearing a red bikini, which left the men almost frozen, and after that I realized that it was a lot of nervous laughter, and a woman with a smile on her face said that it was a lot of nervousness, and that it was a lot of fun to get out of the beach. We were having a nice, beer-filled chat when I decided to go to the sea to pee, and Marcia got up too, saying she was going to get more beers. The sea at Long Beach is a little rough, and even for those who know how to swim, caution is required. The boys were already settled and were swimming after the breakout. In order not to be in the face what I was doing, and also to give time for the pee to come out, I decided to take a dive. What a mistake. I was betrayed by the depth of the ground and the return of a wave swallowed me into the center of a new wave that was forming, and so I was thrown taking a box of those disconcerting. I lifted coughing water and trying to remove the hair with sand from my face. About five seconds passed and when I recovered I noticed that the boys were looking at me, more closely at my breasts, which only then I noticed, were completely exposed. I returned home remembering the image, the face of those two, looking at me in that situation. At night I told the story to Paul, he thought it funny, and recommended me to be more careful with the sea. He joked that the boys should "honor" me in the bathroom that night. Somehow it made me feel a little disturbed to imagine that they would think of me as they banged their fists that day. Marcia was the first, and until then, the only person I knew in the city, and we arranged to meet at the beach the next day, after all it was good to have someone to talk to. For all that had happened, she couldn't help but remember the boys when choosing a bikini in the morning. Initially I had thought of a black one, crocheted, that would cover me a little more, but then I decided to put a white one, lace that I hadn't used for a long time because I thought it was too small. Besides, the lining was a mess and when it got wet it ended up becoming semi-transparent and showed a little of my skin. In my heart, I knew I wanted to provoke the boys, but I wouldn't admit it to myself. I was also afraid of what Marcia would find. When I arrived at the beach only Marcia was on the sand and the boys were still sleeping. She saw the size of my bikini and joked that, unfortunately she was no longer able to wear one of those, but that she found beautiful dug bikini, and added that so I would end up killing the boys. We both laughed. The sun was great and I took the opportunity to hit the mark of the bikini, which was getting smaller. At eleven o'clock, the boys came to the beach together with Marcia's sister and her husband. I confess that at that time I felt a little bad, with the eyes of a few friends with whom her sister looked at me, but then I thought: you know? Give it up. I must never meet these people again. If she thought I was vulgar, if she thought I was a bitch, it's her problem. Then at that time, I was angry that I was reprimanded by that look and to provoke me I got up and decided to go to the water very slowly, which was for her husband to be able to see my butt well. In the water this time the boys were already having fun, and I was more careful when entering. From that time I passed the rapture and the movement of the sea, I was still getting closer to the boys. The two of us laughed, and despite the smell of the accident, it was over, and it was nice to have a conversation with the woman who had no experience, so I had no time to comment on the situation. I don't know what came over me at the time, I was feeling kind of a teenager myself, and in a quick motion I took a dip and then I got up quickly, causing my almost naked breasts in that transparent bra to purposely cross the waterline, smiled at them and swam back into the sand. Returning to the sand my head was a thousand, and I began to talk to myself - What are you doing Claudia?! You are flirting with two boys in front of their mother! For the love of God have sense!! And that's how I came to my senses, and I decided that I was going to stop playing that game. I went back to my canga little caring about the stubbornness of Marcia's sister, and pretended not to see when her husband accompanied me with eyes. When it was getting close to two o'clock, the people started to get excited to leave the beach, to go to lunch. Márcia invited me to eat with them, but I didn't feel comfortable to accept, and to not be bored I said that I had an appointment that afternoon. So we arranged a new beach for the next day and I told her that I would meet my husband, because the next day was a Saturday. That night Paul asked me how my day had been and I told him without any details for fear that he would think I was crazy, I don't know! I told Marcia about the chat, that she was cool and that he would meet her the next day. Until then everything was normal. We had dinner and went to bed to watch TV. Paulo started to provoke me by passing his hand over my chin. When I saw I was already surrounded by the weather and with his dick stuck in my mouth. After the foreplay, I took off my shirt and went to kiss Paulo but he frowned, looked at me and said: - You picked on the boys again today on the beach. It wasn't your little whore. I didn't know what to say, so he went on: I know what bikini you wore on the beach today, and you know you're almost naked when you wear that bikini. I then smiled, took his stick and put it back in my mouth and after a suck said: - It was just a joke love, you know I would never get over it, but it's just that they're so innocent and they get so glazed on me, and had that story of the little fist for me. I don't know I wanted to touch them a little bit. That's all. Then Paul stopped me and put his staff back into my mouth. Then he spoke to me in a low voice: You know I wouldn't have the slightest problem sharing you with them, don't you? It was giving me a crazy hard-on, and I would respond without taking his dick out of his mouth by making a hum hum! Hum hum!! He then grabbed my head and pushed it hard into the back of my throat, making fun of the strong jets that almost drown me. We lay there for a minute recovering and enjoying that fantasy more, when Paul said: - Seriously, my love, if you ever want to fuck a bunch of strangers like that, I'd be happy to watch. - You're crazy! I protested. - I knew the mother of those boys. It doesn't have to be them, I'm just saying it would be nice, and being a couple of little guys I wouldn't feel so bad about watching my little wife get eaten. Paul is a fuck and knows how to make me swing with things. I gave him a wicked smile and went to take a bath. I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I went back to bed Paul was already asleep, and he just pulled me to him. The next morning, we got up early, had coffee, packed up for the day at the beach, and left. Marcia was alone again, and I introduced her to Paul, and we had a few beers, while Paul went off on a little adventure. The conversation was heated, but Paul was a little anxious and at one point asked if the rest of the crew would show up. "It's just that they sleep very late", said Marcia. That's when fate made its contribution. It was just him asking for Marcos to appear at the gate of the house. When the mother saw him, he stopped, and called her with a hand gesture. Marcia's sister then also appeared at the gate and from a distance we were watching a conversation with serious faces, followed by hugs. Surely it was not good news. Marcia entered and about twenty minutes later appeared again at the gate. A little depressed she came to us and said that unfortunately her sister's father-in-law had died and that she would have to leave us that afternoon, because she would have to take them by car to Sobral which is about four hours away, where the wake was. But it would be that she would return alone the next day. We apologized to the family and all that, and at the end, when she had gathered her things from the sand, she said: If you need to use a bathroom or anything in the house, just talk to them. Two hours later, we were roasting in the sun, and Paul started with a story about having to go to the bathroom. Don't men make the world their bathroom? - Only in some cases, and that's not the case right now, so let's go to the house, and it's okay to use their bathroom. - You go and ask then <unk> I retorted I don't even know the molecules, Claudia, but if I were you, I'd give it to you, or we'd have to leave. Octavio welcomed us in bermuda and shirtless. He said it was no problem for us to use the bathroom. There was Paul's poop crawling inside the house, while I worried about covering my ass with the cane. That's when I understood Paul's intentions. Alone at the bathroom door, Paul turned to me and said: And catching me off guard, with a quick movement she pulled my cane, went into the bathroom and closed the door. I had no reaction. I was practically naked in that corridor. If the boys came they would meet me with my ass almost all exposed in the middle of the house. I was going to skin Paul for it. When I was about to knock on the door, what I predicted happened. Mark appeared in the corridor. By his face I could see that he did not expect me to be in a bikini and tuxedos, standing there in the corridor. He smiled at me without malice, and seeing me standing at the bathroom door, said that if I wanted there was another bathroom in the house. I didn't want to go to the bathroom, I just wanted to get my cane back, and I just didn't have anywhere to go, let alone a bikini around the house. In order not to say anything I asked him if he knew the deceased and so on, at the same time I tried to keep myself in front of him. I felt naked in the corridor. To make matters worse, on the other side of the corridor appeared Octavio and now only if I stayed with my back to the wall would my ass not be eaten with the eyes of those two. Unusually, a chatter of rattlesnakes settled down in that corridor, and for a moment I felt that the boys were taking advantage of the situation, and I began shifting my weight from one leg to the other in a repetitive motion that only embarrassed me more. Paul finally came out of the bathroom. When he saw that we were all at the door, he joked: - Were you all waiting for me?! For fuck's sake I took my cane from his hand and went into the bathroom. This time he had really pissed me off. After all, what was he wanting with that? If he thought anything would happen he was very wrong <unk> I said to myself without much conviction. The heat in the middle of my legs belied me and there was no denying that this situation was giving me a damned hard-on. When I came out of the bathroom, there was no one there. I walked around the house, and when I got to the living room, I found Paul sitting with the boys at a felt-covered table, shuffling letters. - You want to play poker, honey? I was out of humor, and I couldn't think of anything clever to say at the time, and I thought to myself, "Fuck it, if that's what he wants, let's see how far this prank goes". I answered sitting next to you. After about ten hands of cards the game was already more relaxed and Paul tried to do this, making jokes and playing with the boys. Soon the hunger was pressed. Paul suggested that we order pizza, which was readily accepted by all. The game was more lively, the boys were winning and then Paul suggested we bet: How much money do you guys have? The boys looked at each other half awkwardly and then Paul added: We're going to bet on gifts, so the initial locker for each of us will be ten chips, and whoever needs a new locker pays the gift. They all agreed. The atmosphere at the table was already very relaxed, although the boys spoke little. In three hands of a letter, Mark lost his key, and as Paul had won that hand, he decided to dictate the gift: You're gonna have to suck Claudia's toe for a minute! That sentence cut through the air like a bolt of lightning, filled with electricity. The atmosphere was exactly like that: electric. Finally we all laughed and Octavio made fun of his friend. Before we had much time to think, Paul lifted my right leg, which was next to him, and placed it on the table. Modesty aside, I love my little feet and Paul also has a fetish for them. The little fingers are all small and the curve of the sole is very pronounced. Because Paul loves them, it encourages me to always take good care of them. - Go my dear, you don't have much choice. Take advantage of the fact that it's such a beautiful piece and think that it could be worse: you could have to dance on the mouth of the bottle <unk> said Paul. The boy, completely without grace, held my foot with one of his hands, and when I saw it was already in his mouth, Paul and Octavius teased, "There are still fifty seconds left". At first, he was with his finger simply tucked in his mouth. Without sucking or making any movement. But by his position, with his face down I had to suck my finger to swallow the saliva from his mouth. Faced with that situation I decided to provoke him. I began to move with my finger inside his mouth and he without being able to say anything just raised his eyes enough to see my face like a sap. Looking into his eyes I began to force the entry of another finger into his mouth, and then another, and then all the fingers in his mouth. All my toes were inside his mouth, and his tongue had nowhere to go without licking my fingers. Under whistles and palms Mark took it out of his mouth. I cast a sassy look at him as someone who thanked him for his kindness and he had also enjoyed the experience. The game began again. The experience of Paul was gradually making a difference, and we all, including Mark with his second cacife, were left without chips. I ran away from all the following rounds for fear of losing and Paul prepared one for me. It worked! It was Octavius who ended up without chips first. Since Mark was the winner of that round it was up to him to decide the gift of his friend. Without hesitation he said: - You're gonna have to suck the other foot just to stop being a jerk. I, who was already soaked from the whole situation, simply raised my other leg on the table, but this time, instead of letting my fingers point upwards, I forced my foot so that it was stuck on the green felt of the table. Octavio didn't know what to do and that's what I wanted. So I raised only my thumb and he cleverly understood that that's where he was going to suck. He lowered his head and started. This time a silence took over the room for a minute until he finished. To break the ice, I said, laughing, that I was feeling like a queen having her feet kissed like that, and they were both excited about the joke, and the pizza came to calm their spirits. Paulo paid for the pizza and the two of them went to the kitchen to get the dishes. It was then that Paul came to my ears and said: - I'm dying of a hard-on! - I'm loving it too. I think something is going to happen <unk> said excited <unk> but I'm ashamed of you here to seduce the boys and I think your presence inhibits them too. You could leave and come back in an hour <unk> I suggested. He didn't like the idea at all, he didn't want to miss a single bid, but to make it easier he finally accepted. So we ate the pizza, we talked a bit and then when the two of us suggested that we go back to poker, Paulo said that he would take a caipirinha from the stall and maybe take a walk on the beach to digest the pizza, but that we could go play without him. It was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, but it was still quite hot. As soon as Paulo left, we went back to our game. I was so excited about the mission of leaving those two with so much desire that they would be able to forward the signal with me, but I wanted it to happen almost naturally. So we started the game again. I was mad to lose to see what they would tell me to do. Since I had few chips, in two hands of paper I lost everything and I needed a new lock. It was Mark who should indicate my gift. He looked at me with a smile, looked at his friend and finally said that he did not know what to propose. The way he had already looked at me was not for lack of imagination but for courage. Seeing that it would not work, I stood up and said: - So let's do this, since Paul has left, I'll play without my staff so you can enjoy the beauty of my company, and that's my gift. Marcos couldn't say anything. His face was red and he was visibly shaken. I even thought it was too much. It was Octavio who was able to simply say <unk> OK!, and then I sat down to continue. Before we went back to handing out the cards, I decided in advance what the next gift would be, to make things flow faster, so I suggested that we continue with what I had already begun. Whoever loses should take off a piece of clothing. The two started to let go more and Octavio joked that now I had little to bargain. <unk> More than you can see <unk> I answered smiling. Even though I played deliberately sloppy, I couldn't lose my new chips in just two rounds. Marcos was only in bermuda and therefore had to stay in either sunglasses or underwear. He began to blush, trying to get away he said that his gift could be something else we chose. But I did not agree. He said that we had agreed before and that if it was I would have lost the top part of the bikini. Marcos did not know what to say, and in the face of my pressure he turned his back, lowered the bermuda becoming only a sling and, quickly turned around, and sat down. Despite the maneuver he could not hide what he wanted: his erection inside the sunga. At that time I thought it was time to spit at once. - Do you have a flashlight in your swing or are you happy to see me Marcos? Before he could answer I shot: - are you also so Octavian? Perhaps in anticipation of the moment he was unable to say anything and merely nodded positively. So here's what we'll do: a new bet, if you beat me in this round I'll give you a kiss to put your friend down, and if I win you'll have to suck my feet again, only this time, with your whole foot, or where does it go, combined?! They both accepted. I got the cards. A deck of aces. I switched the three, I didn't want to win anyway. It worked. Cards on the table. Marcos won. The atmosphere then became pure excitement, the boys were tense, and even though I was pretending to be experienced, I was also nervous, because it was still new to me, after all, it was the first time I had any contact outside my marriage. The two of them were still sitting. In the meantime, you go to the balcony and keep an eye out to see if Paul's coming. I don't know why I said that, but the truth is I didn't want Paul to catch me there by surprise. Octavius then went to the balcony and I was left there alone with Mark who remained seated. - You're gonna have to take that sunglasses off! He then got up, took off his coat, and sat down again. His painting was beautiful. It was neither large nor small, with skin very white, almost pink, and with little hair around it. I looked at him and smiled. Only to see that painting was his heart already unpacked. So I knelt before him and tenderly held his instrument. It was very hard. I looked up, and taking a little lamp in his bag I asked him: - Has a woman ever done that to you? - not - Have you ever had sex before? - not - so enjoy the fact that you got lucky. And holding his bag with one hand, I buried my mouth in that stick at once until it touched the bottom of my throat. I felt his dick vibrate and the next second, an impressive torrent of liquid invaded my mouth. Surprised, I sucked skillfully without letting a drop of that youthful joy escape. I did not expect him to laugh so fast and he almost drowned me. My legs were swollen, and just the thought of another stick to suck on would cause fluid to run down my legs. Marcos had a smile on his face. At the time, I thought that the boy would never forget what had just happened. Not knowing what to say, he put on his jacket and went to tell his friend. When Octavio arrived, I was still on my knees in front of the chair. So I opened his bermuda and pulled down his pants at once. His hard mane pointed at my face in a very provocative way. Octavio had a mane unlike any I had ever seen. It made a funny curve to the right, it was brown, also with little hair around, and it was long, it must have been about eighteen centimeters. A pint. Octavius did not sit down. He made a more expert pose, putting his hands on his waist and looking down as if to say: - I am waiting <unk> but it was only pose. Kneeling in front of him, I told him that his dick was too big and it was for him to calmly go with me. He gave a smile, and I saw his ego go to the heights. Calmly, I held myself by the base, and very slowly I started an in and out of my mouth, trying to slow down his joy a little. Gradually he began to rhythm a few strokes in my mouth and so I had to keep one hand always on the base to prevent it from invading my throat. He was very clever for a boy, and I decided to take control of the situation. With the right hand that was free I held his bag and then I rubbed with the palm of the hand to the middle of his butt returning the bag. I made the movement a couple of times and on the third turn I descended with the middle finger through the middle of his little bundle, burying the tip of his finger in my thigh. He immediately took my hand away and took a step back. - Don't do that. - He said panting. - What's the matter? That's not much, and it's not gonna make you any less of a man. He looked at me without knowing what to say. - If you don't want we can stop here then - I suggested. He still didn't know what to say. - Come here and I'll finish that cute little mouth of yours. Come, I've provoked you. I won't tear a piece of you, I promise! He was still scared, so I said <unk> look, I also did it with Marcos and he liked it. You will also like it. I promise you. If it's not good I'll stop, ok?! He then without saying a word approached again, stood in front of me, put his hands on his waist and looked up. Before starting again, I returned to the exact previous position. With one hand spread on his butt and the other holding the base of his penis. At the same time as I was putting his dick into my mouth very slowly, I was introducing my finger to him. He was tense. Then I started with more vigorous movements in the sucking that also reflected in greater force in the fingers. In a short time his dick was hitting hard on my throat, and my finger was already halfway inside his butt. From then on I stopped moving my head and I was increased the speed of my hand, which began to make a noise when it hit his butt, until it could not hold anymore and exploded in the enjoyment of very strong and abundant jets inside my mouth. - Didn't I say I wouldn't take a piece? - It was delicious. - You answered with a satisfied face. I sat back in the chair to catch my breath. I was feeling like a slut and I was loving it!!!!! I love doing oral sex, but my vagina was on fire and I hadn't enjoyed it yet. I started to wonder where Paulo would be?! (To be continued depending on the vote!) ♪ I'm the one you're looking for ♪