1. Irene's story - Chapter 8 - adventure at La Mar Bella nude beach


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    it. Albert said something to the effect, "The hotel SB Icaria Barcelona. It is a short walk." They were obvious intent upon getting me into their room. "All three of us in the same room?" I asked nervously. I wanted to make certain I understood the situation that I was stepping into. "Oh yes, we are like brothers. We share everything." "You two are brothers?" I asked (in German), confused. They certainly did not look like brothers. "No, we are like brothers...we are as close as brothers. we share everything." Eric laughed loudly (in German). "Even your women?" (in German), I asked, intrigued by the thought that these two friends regularly 'double teamed' a single girl or woman. "Especially our women," Albert laughed. They were enjoying my discomfort at this pecular situation that was both arousing and shocking. Still curious, I pressed the issue further, (in German), "so you have done this before?" "Mehrmals" (several times) they said simultaneously, chuckling, as if on queue. "Come walk with us...you will enjoy it...you will enjoy us. I promise," (in German), Eric stated confidently. I loved his confidence. Tying my halter around my neck, I nodded agreement, (in German), "Okay, it might be fun." Both men agreed, "Yes, it will be." I gathered up the rest of my belongings, placed my red panties in my bag. Eric fished out the plastic wine glass and the bottle of merlot and poured me another glass of wine. Handing it to me, he smiled and said, in German something to the effect ...
    of, "Here beautiful lady. sip this and allow us to carry your things." I was not certain I understood what he said. I caught 'beautiful lady' and 'take this' as he and Albert grabbed my blanket and beach bag, it was clear that they intended to carry my things for me while I enjoyed another glass of wine as we walked to the hotel. They seemed to think they needed to get me a bit tipsy in order to get me to fully cooperate. They were clearly underestimating my depravity and willingness to be very, very naughty with them. But I drank the wine and allowed them to carry my things nonetheless. So wearing only a halter sundress, no underwear, and sipping my second glass of wine of the day, I walked the approximately one kilometer hike to the Hotel IB Icaria Barcelona. My dress would flair up occasionally in the breeze giving passersby a brief glimpse of my charms. Albert carried my blanket for me. Eric carried the cooler of beer and my bag. It took us about ten minutes to reach the hotel lobby We made the walk mostly in silence. My mind was racing. As we rode the elevator up to their floor, I kept thinking, 'what am I doing? I don't even know these guys. What if they find my dead body on the beach tomorrow morning?' But I was past the point of no return already. I entered the room, behind the two young German gods. The room was a mess. I should not have been surprised, but I was. Clothes were strewn all over the place. Wet towels were piled on the bathroom floor. There was a 1.75 ...
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