2. Rules for use of the swingers. A case study
For as we said yesterday, we must find a partner who is beginning folleteo ... 
But it has a grace if one who is starting, and is another partner. And this is what I remember. We were one afternoon, she and I, and in the afternoon there are few people. Still, we need not be a lot to enjoy. We understand well me and her in bed, and if going to a place of exchange brings variety, not that we are alone and bored in our corner. Although we were practically alone that afternoon.
We see around the halls, look in the corners, no one (well, two couples, one with post-coital cigarette, the other still dressed drink at the bar), so we get to it, over one of the mats, one of the private rooms.
For those who do not know, there are very public mats, light, near a corridor through which circulates the people, there are more private tatami, but interior rooms with no door, but rooms, and finally there mats in rooms which can close the door.
Without enclosing with a door, not the show we wanted to, so we went to one of the rooms without doors, and there was obviously naked. We began to kiss, to caress, I got over it, and when he had a few minutes she noticed a hand touch my leg ... not moved away, but his eyes looked who owned the hand was a woman sitting on the mat, while his companion stood and looked at us all three. 
Calmer (I realize that if I had done while she plays the look), I'm trying to evade the hand that caressed me ... I had started near his feet, and was reaching the inner thigh ...
He continued his thigh, eggs, perineum ... I noticed, was almost fully aware of it, my partner was no more ... I was just trying to predict what the next move, to guess as he ought to put me to touch me there where I wanted.
His teammate while lying on the other side had, and just watched.
Her hand, meanwhile, continued to stroke, brushing against, imprisoned until my cock, making a ring with your fingers, and accompanying my movements ... 
as reinforcing the effect of my partner's vagina, following my movements by modulating the strength of his prison, as if they were orgasmic contractions. As noted by my movements, my sighs, I was about to cum, put his other hand on my perineum, and feeling the penis through the skin, feeling your pulse at the time of my orgasm, as part of on, teasing in a way. When I fell exhausted asked if I could leave the hand for a moment there where he was going ... not to say no
While I was recovering, he thanked me, saying that what he liked most was to feel in your hands the man's pleasure, the contractions of your body ... also cause, but none the less. Feel the power of the cock in the moment before orgasm, his punches, part of it ... and continue with the hand there, while the excitement disappears, while the man recovers ... feel the bag, even wet ... the noise ... odor. All this made him ...
and me, when I remember
