1. Second Steps in Amsterdam (FFM) - Part 2/2 (True Story)


    Date: 11/13/2014, Author: 1cock2boobz, Rating: 8, Source: reddit

    Please readPart 1 for the build-up to this point. Will make more sense if read before thisWe woke up that next morning giddy from our evening romp in the little booth. It was decided as we finished up our morning prep prior to sight seeing that we should plan on going out again. When she suggest it my heart raced in excitement. If only the day-time De Wallen was as good as the night time…All day long as we rode in canal boats and walked through museums, the thought of that night stuck in my head. “Oh yes a very nice Rembrandt” as I thought earnestly about fucking my wife in the dirty sex booths. I am a man and art was not on my mind. “We should eat an early dinner, I need some padding for the eventual beer” my wife astutely pointed out. Where I was the instigator of fun nights, she was the planner of graceful mornings.The meal was nothing to write home about. We found a nice bar on the Nieuwmarkt we enjoy and relaxed. Each beer and vodka shot brought a little more confidence. What do you talk about prior to this? We both were somewhat quiet as we drank. We both knew what the evening would bring. Or at least I thought I did.We did our part in supporting the Belgian breweries and started to wander towards the red light district. My expectations were that we’d have a repeat of the prior evenings. “I wonder if she would play with us” my wife said casually as we passed the windows en route to the Strip Club. “I don’t know, but I am willing to ask if you’d like.” My wife being the ...
    shy woman she is just smiled. I decided not to push for an answer. Knock Knock…“Would you play with my wife?” I asked the first. “No.” Really, why is sex with a woman any different than with a man? Unbashful we walked on. I had to ask her to point out ones she liked as we dodged the drunkard young men stumbling the small streets. “Her.” And with that the same as last time. Knock Knock…“Would you play with my wife?” She seemed confused. I realized my wife had stayed back a ways and was not in her sight. I turned around and pointed. “Her there, would you play with her?” She smiled and said sure. I smiled and looked back at my wife giving her the signal to come in.The steps were steep as all row houses are in Amsterdam. We were drunk and the stairs as well as the excitement did not help in our climbing of them. My wife went first. This was for her so I wanted to ensure she had all the views and access. “Where are you from?” she asked. I guess she was checking her; make these two feel comfortable box.Our guide was a 1.4m tall, Eastern European, and petite. She looked at my wife and had her disrobe as I sat down on the chair next to the bed. I imagine the chair had not seen so much action as the bed. My wife took off her clothes with a speed I was not accustom to. I could tell she was flustered, but excited. The woman had her lay down on the bed and she sat next to her. The woman took out a condom and began to rub my wife’s clit through it. Her other hand found its way to my wifes ...
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