1. A weekend break to Amsterdam


    Date: 12/9/2014, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    up she looked stunning and and was obviously not as old I as I first thought. Her shoulder length dark hair was thick and full, and the lazy permanent suited her fine features. There wasn’t a strand out of place and, although she was immaculately dressed in a business suit, it couldn't disguise the abundant feminine curves her body possessed. Her perfectly manicured hand closed around Paul’s prick and she began gently massaging it. I saw his flesh twitch and looked amusedly at his face. The strange hand grabbing hold of his manhood had awoken him from his trance and when he saw who was holding him, it amazed me that he wasn't shocked. On the contrary, it obviously was turning him on. “You sir, have one of the biggest pricks I’ve ever seen!” she said in a matter of fact tone. "And I've seen a few in my time, I can assure you, my dear," she added as an afterthought whilst directing her attention towards me. I was so flabbergasted by this opening line... that and her behaviour... that my jaw almost touched the floor. “Anyway, Darlings, I was watching the three of you so wonderfully enjoying yourselves and to be honest I was getting a little bit jealous." She waved her other hand airily. "If you get drift. It looked all so naughty and exciting, I just had to get a closer peek!" This statement was said self-effacingly, but the way she was manipulating hubby's cock I could see she meant it. “Anyway, my lovelies, that’s why I used the time honoured tradition of going to the loo. I ...
    wanted to see if your husband's dick was as big as looked from the other side of the plane." Her eyes began to twinkle mischievously. "And I must say, I'm not disappointed. Just look at it." I did, and she was right again. I definitely saw hubby's prick getting thicker. 'Hypocritical bastard!' I thought to myself as I looked at the smug expression on his face. "Wouldn't mind having that thing between my legs," she murmured as if distracted by some vaguely familiar. Hearing this stranger speak in her distinctly upper class accent about thing as big dicks, illicit blow-jobs and getting fucked took some getting used to, especially as she continued playing with the aforementioned cock she wanted to experience, but she was growing on me. A particularly hard squeeze of her hand made my man wince but she carried on as if nothing was wrong. She did it again and this time Paul bit his bottom lip to mask his discomfort but said nothing. Our "guest" gave him a challenging glance which quelled any resistance he might have had and her hand kept up her vigorous action. A warm glow flowed through my body as I watched her manipulate hubby and I thought to myself 'I could get to like you lady!' Before I could say anything she continued talking, “Not many wives would let another woman suck their husband’s cock, not in public and definitely not whilst they’re sitting next to him fingering themselves like some dirty little scrubber from the wrong end of town. I take my hat off to you girl." "Mind ...
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