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And we repeat what we did before, Yolanda heating the water to drink the mate Peter, I look a little long and participating, until someone (maybe myself) suggested going to the mat. No one was there, we prepared the savannahs, we took off our clothes boys, while girls were in their underwear. White stood between us, Yolanda between her legs, and I looked at Peter White to take a nipple, while I took the other, and she did not know who the two kiss ...

White: By the way, I noticed his cock so big and thick, especially at the base was gruesísima, had never played anything like it, and I say played because seeing hardly saw her. Then I put my hand in the pussy shaved Yolanda was strange, I could not get over, I was eager to kiss her there too, but then my head and my body were out of control.

When she went to the mat and started licking my clit, it was amazing, he did so gently, so passionately, too, that I wanted to run now, but I wanted you to do me coming, anyway, the three of you were above me, giving me pleasure and there was a time I took your dick in my right hand and of Peter in the left but was not able to concentrate on doing anything that would last long, because Yolanda made ​​me lose consciousness.

No where were his hands, if that were not on me, because that Yolanda was demanding my attention, rubbing the penis with the same wisdom that today ... I walked up to me, caressed her breasts, small, hard, look the key to your body, small and elusive and it took me to find it. And there are women who, although they are excited, have a clitoris almost nonexistent ... maybe depends on the day that I have, and that day I was not much work ... I told him I wanted to run, I feel like my desire to see them grow, see White, forgetting everything, absorbed, rapt, stroking his body upright, forgetting everything.

Peter turned the set on all fours, and I saw him putting on a condom. White could not see

- Want to fuck with Peter? asked
- Well ... to say yes White tonight

and while Peter lunged from behind (do not know if they fucked, or he tried to enter it and defended it), and patted his ass (that as I had been unable to do at the hotel, noise and wise that she liked), she and I kissed passionately in love ... I did not care anything at the time, but it more than your mouth, rather than pleasure ... I do not care if he were a stranger fucking, because knew that the stranger was at that time more than a vibrator warm and lively. But I could not look more ... I said, I want to fuck you.

(Continued)

I looked down, took Yolanda's face, pulled her towards me, kissed her ...

- What happens? you do not like?
- On the contrary, I love, and for that reason
- They let me, which I like to make you run, you feel at that moment, I like to give pleasure, I like to monks with your milk is a special moment ...
- Yolanda, the truth is I feel like a lot, you do very well, but it is the first time the White here, and really do not want to suddenly see these pajeando I caught a fit of jealousy, and anger
- What you are doing is having fun, see how it moves, and I assure you that Peter knows that

and here I heard the groans from White, sweets and groans known he had obtained from her that evening when we were at the hotel Amandonos, moaning, disconnected words, jerky monosyllables ... and saw that Yolanda was right. Would not be angry with me, I was still too shocked by her orgasm, and it would not have been correct.

But ... even so, I felt like it had missed the opportunity, but not the desire, pounding against my pants felt that I had risen again. It was an orgasm - of those targets and I had served a few afternoon - what he wanted, and the novelty of a body. White was looking for, not a sex or an anonymous mouth ...

I approached the two, she still sitting and recovering, Peter in front of her, standing between his legs ... a move forward from White and was going to skewer ... and that White did not want that ... well, at least not wanted before entering, then no longer what she wanted.

- White, we went out the air?
- If you want ....

I think she also wanted, who saw that things were running away is a little out of hand.

We went, we sat at the table that the couple we knew who called Yolanda and Peter, and they were a couple used to go to places like that. The experience they had already explained his expertise in the treatment, her first as a Trojan horse, knowing that if it reached her breasts, the square was already surrendered to any invader, as he had White. Yolanda told us that she liked most men, but women warming. He liked to start the relationship with the woman, but ended up with a man, sometimes fucked, sometimes not, depended on man ... not exactly a conversation with a neighbor's coffee table.

We talked about the local exchange in the region, not many of them have special expertise. spend time talking, it was getting late, I asked White

- You want to go back to the darkroom?
- Well, I say, if you want we can go even a bit, it's early, I said, not resignation
- With this partner or another?
- This is OK
- Want to come to the dark room?
- We

(Continued)

There were as enthusiastic, kissing one another's breast, while Peter and I watched ...

He approached them two, I was very aware of the situation, willing to do a remove in noticing the slightest concern ... but White was very concentrated in the breasts of Yolanda, and I was like that came from behind, would support his erection her back, hugging her breasts ... it was equal to or liked, who cares ... I was the only one who was there alone, but did not bother me the least, I felt a bit like the Guardian of the Temple , watching, making sure the comfort of it. The approach, it was she and not the first who had approached Blanca was clever, probably the first approach if the hand had been a boy, had White section, but a girl is less dangerous, she was curious ... well played I thought

After a few minutes, Yolanda White left in the hands of Peter, his work was half accomplished matchmaker, was the second part, to distract me, not to interrupt the activity of Peter White ... professional about these two So that left White and Peter kissing, and came towards me, kissing me. I caressed her breasts ... She was tall, almost as much as I thin, fibrous, dressed to kill, wonderbra, garters, thong ... and tampax. Right where I tried to put the finger, left telltale thread ... I did not care much, if not the entire area tampax leaves very dry, and that's always a bit frustrated, but luckily the women have other health care . So I spent a while petting Yolanda, while Peter and White were more and more excited, so I could do with the low light in the room, Peter had unzipped his pants, his chest resting on the back of White, while she writhed like a snake against.

White: I loved how he kissed my breasts Yolanda, she did great, I love to feel your hands, putting her hands and be there beside me, watching, enjoying and taking care of me at a time. I wanted to touch her ​​breasts, so I did, were small but beautiful, with her ​​nipples little ones, I liked, although I much prefer large breasts, you know, maybe if so, if she had larger had me more excited and would have spent more time on them, kissing her and touching her. I say perhaps because Peter caressed me so well that excited me a lot, and did not know where to turn, between the desire to kiss her, the desire to be raised to you and the pleasure he gave me was an explosion adrenaline ...

Meanwhile, Yolanda had dropped the belt to me - with my help, I must say, and now I also had the pants and shorts at the ankles in a position absolutely ridiculous, I hate, while she, on her knees, I had taken in your mouth while moving his hands expertly ... very skilled ... and began to feel that or stop the action, or because there was no going back. My desire was ended, gaps in his mouth ... on the other hand, my mind said that it might be a bad idea ... White did not want to see me suddenly (although he doubted he could look in any direction, as I was sitting in a cabinet low, with the head of Peter between his legs) with the pants at the ankles, running (I'm not particularly loud, but not silent) in the mouth and into the hands of Yolanda. I've seen too many scenes like this, at other times, when suddenly one of the two look at what is making your partner with another, and gets angry and leaves. I did not want that to happen to me that Blanca, but all that happened was that I wanted to run with no Yolanda ... I wanted to make love with Bianca, and I knew that after an orgasm this desire, this wish would disappear time, and I liked feeling the need of her body.

Missed ... because I said the other day a friend of mine that exchange clubs are not what they were ... now when he had less trade and more onlookers, less folleteo and more straws.

And the abomination of desolation, there were couples who went to the dark room (where there is none) and stayed in a corner, she leaned against the wall, holding her hands and removing the losses that would look tits on her. And I said my friend ... but they close were they before? but to go to the darkroom? because there is touched but not seen. That will, cornered? Ever guess what they are doing, standing against the wall, she squatted eating it.

I could give no answer.

And this is how the comments make the old "if I had before winter" (or summer, or rainy), simply because what you remember are extraordinary events, the snows of a meter high, temperatures of 45 degrees at eight o'clock in the afternoon ... remembered something that happened once amplified, is generalized ("That was before") because what happens always remember no one.

And I do not know if the public has changed now (I must say that the presence of one Cayetano, figure of bunting, and equestrian pro - who reminds there is still riding there on the submarine - rose much the level and popularity of the place), or if you have changed us, and our high standards.

If it is true that I remembered one day memorable, something that happened years ago, but still alive and makes me remember when.

My pair of club and I work. And that requires us to retire early - the early Madrid are like two in the morning, do not go not to believe - and hence we will soon. Sure, if that is soon before they reached the other couples exchange, I will say that we do two, there alone.

But hey, there's always someone, some other couple as lost as us, so with them we managed.

Or

For one thing there is to know, is that there are times when one can interfere with another couple, and now you do not. Happens as the game of cribbage, or you spend or do not arrive ... To interact with another couple convenient "catch" at the right time, ie when they have begun to play each other, or are beginning to fuck ... and more if the girl is a rookie in these conflicts ... If you're new, and goes to the club because your partner has requested, it costs a lot to be touched, at least initially. Since when is fucking hot and this, as it is the same, and if you do not, in general does not care.

Of course, the couple takes the L apprentice, or novice, there is no way of knowing in advance whether they are normal, or is your first experience.

If there are several couples there are always some that is "almost sweet", ie who are beginning folleteo, and therefore lend themselves to group play. And if a couple separates us, just beyond that we will find another with arms and legs spread

(Continued)

I put myself in position, above her, ready for that smooth movement of kidneys so sweet that must overcome the small resistance into your body, but no, is she so open, so available, so willing, almost without noticing, I am in it. I move gently, very gently, because soon a woman stand so wet.

She almost did not need me to continue with their orgasms ... it was a cascade of them, shaking her whole body from one to the next.

Once we were not there, not much a few minutes. When he looked up saw our honor guard, and that gave me encouragement. And this ... I felt a hand touch the eggs.

I tell her: oshe that eggs are playing me, I see your two hands, so that's not you ... a guy tells us: if you want I do not ...

She:
- It's funny to me satisfy you so, do you bother you?
- I am a little surprised, but I do not mind. Note that just did not take half a minute
- Not bad, it's a little late

and she, taking all the initiatives, tells the boy
- You can take if you like, but after follare not you, that we will

So I'm moving on it, while a hand wandering through the area (albeit not anywhere near the ass). And the hand I was playing with my dick while her clit and taking advantage of the fro to go up the ranks, putting a finger inside her. He felt his finger each time he pushed, and I had a little puzzled, but where playing was very strategic.

She started hitting jumps, ran, and the hand came to me and my cock rodeo, while I moved it. It was as if suddenly she had acquired an additional muscle, or rather, like going to be fucking estarse pajeando without interruption. The end result may be the same, but the feeling is different.

And of course, the boy knew it, exact position, pressure ... just noticed a sense of unfolding, like I was masturbating me with hands that were not mine and not controlled exactly. But soon as I felt my legs closed, fingers arched toes, contraction of the muscles, the need for removal, the tension of the moment immediately preceding, when there is no turning back, and the beating of my body within it, surrounded, that if new feeling, the fingers of the other, it felt all ...

I ran great claws of desire in my lower abdomen, the time blazing before, when, however much we try, we know that there is no going back, trying to hold the moment, the moment of ecstasy when no else can let go of everything, big beats whites.

I stayed in it (it's the things I've learned over the years), while the free hand also stayed there. The hand moved a little, but I said I did not want that if I wanted to keep it he did, but very still. I stood there, hugging until you feel that your body expel me. I like the start, I like it when she gets up and fall off the legs around yours and mine chorretón mixed, ranging marking the way to the bathroom floor.

None of that was there at that time. A kleenex discreet, less poetic but more hygienic way of stars that left the ground after.

The hand helped with the Kleenex, and then took her to the face, olernos with a smile.

We were on the mat, the other pair, with the help of Carmen, who had attuned to it, had gone into action. The lying above it, Carmen supportive hand on his lingam.

I was envious Carmen, having the hand between two people who are fucking, being able to play the one or the other, feeling his strength both as the softness of her, both enjoying themselves, and probably the situation. I must say that I really have, and it is a strange and exciting situation at once.

Unknown (finally, you have your hands full partner) if one touches a man or woman, or the truth is that it matters much. If a neuron will remain available might guess, I believe that if a woman focuses more on the lingam he knows less erogenous zones of men, and instead if a man likes more touch around, you know that testicles are painful if crushed, but the skin that covers them is erogenous to be caressed. So avoids pinching, or punches them.

I watched them fuck, while the hands of Carmen went from one to another, now it's tits, now it's ass. Focused there, stroking movements to accompany him, touching the perineum, the area most sensitive searching, until he began to move more abruptly, as if to finish.

She took his hand and said:

- Not yet, wait, we just started.

They stopped for a moment that he recovered. Sometimes changed their position, standing, I think, so we could see the action. When they were in the doggie position, I go head under her breasts and sucked her nipples, forgetting anything else, until you feel the mouth of Carmen in me.

But at that time I was hanging from the breast, and admitted no distractions, still sucking and I thought it liked, and that among the hits he gave his partner from behind (accompanied, it seemed, of one or the other cheek, and, of course, many bad words), and my action, she cried out as if they were killed, falling on me, shaking his body wet with sweat still vibrating.

He looked at me and said now, but you're you and not her.

I did not understand until he turned around, spread her legs and put his hand on her soaked sex. He approached, I opened a little hand, I did not remove it, I wanted to participate in the magic moment of penetration, I wanted to feel my hands touch strong, tough of a lingam entering yoni of a woman.

Sex, wet, slipped between my fingers buried in her body, with a sucking sound. I noticed in passing, I felt I, too, a bit player.

Then I closed my fingers making a ring on his penis. I felt the strength and depth of their movements, so unlike the gentle, undulating women while her lips close around my hand, completely flooded.

I noticed he did it differently than I did, deliberate movements and deep, also with more force (never too late to learn I told myself), but the pelvis moving, pushing with your whole body.

He did not want so cum and tried to take my hand, but she ...

- Stop, stop, I want to end up well, while Carmen took her hand and put it also in the area. I know because I suddenly found another hand to greet me in some way.

Obviously it is difficult to bear making love, if on one hand there are fingers to reinforce the effect of the vaginal muscles, and the other is a hand caressing the back.

I felt the change of motion that he was willing to end because their movement centered around my fingers. He moved fast, tense, relaxed fucking different from before, a few millimeters, but they all focus the most sensitive part of his penis around my hand, taking the extra strength of my fingers, finding the point that I knew more sensitive. She motivated by voice:

- Stronger, longer, give him everything! that excite and distract has always surprised me, it seems to me that I was laughing. But no, he felt his orgasm coming on the tension in your body, your penis, infinitely harder, until I felt the pulse of her orgasm.

I had never felt so clear, it was like something hard to become even more rigid for a few seconds and then again less, as if something loosens tense and within it. I flooded her hand, gave off a very special smell, erotic, male and female combined.

I put my hand to the nose and the smell of my fingers are multiplied a thousandfold. Carmen took her hand in mine and close both to our faces, we were close. She licked my fingers, and was an electric shock I walk through my hands and was circulated through my body.

The smell, the situation, the experience so far happen then demanded to be the protagonist of my story.

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This is a continuation of the chapter on the darkroom. The jacuzzi and a little more committed, and I fully understand that many people do not like getting there in that half opaque and phosphorescent water, and loaded with much more chlorine than is prudent, which just dry skin and red eyes.

In exchange offers unique experiences. As in the darkroom people are dressed, and the experience is navigating through blouse buttons, zippers and belt fasteners trousers (CISCA is a perverse imagination of the designers of clothes, no two bras that open same, or two belts that look, and there is nothing cool but a budding relationship that bad luck and abruptness when release buttons.)

Well as I said, there is only looking at the picture, the bra has a button in the center, one can assume that the closing. Well no, because the panties are the same!. And of course, in the dark can be a very long fight with the wrong button on the bra, and suddenly she had enough, go and let us go, "Wow, I leave, my partner has gone."

So the recommendation, if a woman has small breasts, you simply raise your glass above her breasts. It is elegant, she has been thinking all afternoon how sexy bra was going to get, to find suddenly that it throw up without enjoying it, but at least it is better to be struggling with.

Well as I said, there is a difference between the dark room and jacuzzi, and you see the face (not the rest) of the people there are. That is, not as anonymous as the darkroom, where only skin. Here's face, there looks, no smile if you want. You see the person you are playing.

And besides looks Jacuzzi public / private interest, a girl can be with her boyfriend, kissing, fondling, while the exciting walk to the neighbor. It is a curious multifaceted game that lets you see and be seen doing something visible in broad daylight, and something invisible, all at the same time.

And what is done in the hot tub? it generally goes well in couple plan to see and be seen, while playing with the neighbor hidden (or not so hidden, in the end also changed partners, or formed quartets). Fuck fuck not, in general, although it depends on the permissiveness of places.

Few things are more exciting to see the boy sitting on the edge, with his whole body tense as she caresses her with his lips. Or vice versa, girl who sits and he who is with his face between her thighs, while the look of it is lost. And no one is watching so obscene (though the corner of my eye, of course .

From experience, I think something that amused to women is excited with the feet of men who have close. Note that the man is watching, which is excited by what they do with their partner and then leave a foot (often a hand) to check the result.

In the jacuzzi sometimes they let some guy alone (I knew the place well), so that the lionesses can choose their prey. In fact, some girls (they come in the Jacuzzi are usually the most gears) are there to see what is caught, and never better used to go after the mat without incognita of the darkroom, where there is neither appearance or the age of the honoree.

That's where the girls are old enough to look for and what they call "yogurines" boys around 30 years, and probably not going to give them a look or a disk. These guys are out there willing to do a favor (and, above all, to do) any kind woman who is near them, remember what I had in my entry "non if Picca ...."

So, dear friends, if you have one day win, but win playing like hair, no surprises, no complications, without having to endure the (non) conversation in a heavy, which explains his misfortunes you work / family / marital, I I encourage you to seek a friend to take you away to a club. Why go alone the first time, gives perhaps a little wooden ...

Another day I'll explain what happened to me in the jacuzzi

I must say I like the darkroom

The darkroom was where the photos were revealed, before the digital age. One went into the darkroom, which was so called because it was dark and had a maximum (if the development was in black and white, if not, why not) a very dim light, red.

When entering a dark room with promises of a negative invisible until then and went and with certainty.

One did not know what would be in the darkroom, once the process disclosed, could be both photos and failures absolute dream.

The darkroom is in exchange clubs, are just a few rooms without light, are all over the place where people are revealed. For that matter, in an exchange club.

A paragraph, for neophytes, the first thing to consider is that in a swingers club will not be obliged to share the couple. You can do many other things. First, it is mandatory fuck, second, it is essential to exchange. It may sound strange but it is not necessary to touch you I feel like another person to go to a club exchange. I can desire to make love to your partner in public, wearing underwear, or show the world your pleasure with your partner. I can show you entertain, you can drive to see. And that if exchange is looks alone.

It may also be that you do not you like any of that, but your partner interest. Another day you report the polls to exit polls, why do people go to a club, and does there: see, because you see, because you feel like the couple but not an / a, by jumping to a yogurin when one is of a certain age, because - and that more girls - wants to try another girl, without being a lesbian ...

An exchange club is typically a bar. A bar with soft music, sometimes with TVs on the walls, but bars after all. Like all the bars, one comes, sits at his table, and it is difficult to talk to the neighbor. I'm always amazed me, I'm an "early bird", early risers, each new couple comes to sit in a different table and away. So that we are all sitting (yes, only couples) so richly at separate tables, talking about our stuff, and looking askance at the other couples, looking at us too.

At one point, we, or another couple gets up and goes to the dark room. We got up too, and, although we can not have guests, dear reader @ s @ s, we accompanied them, and so I'll explain. Do not worry, you do not happen at all (at least nothing that you wish that to happen, the moment you are a spectator 's)

We entered the darkened room, is not nothing or almost nothing, but the shadow of the other couples standing, dancing, or at least close together. Although there is much space in the world, we get to dance next to or couples who are already there. I remember, we do not know their names, we do not know who they are, we have glimpsed in the bar, but if they are several, do not know who is who. Never mind.

We're dancing next to them, and one hand touching the back of your partner. It can also be my hand that touches the back of another girl (looks at least to distinguish the boy the girl's wandering hands and respect the sexual identity, and in general started the guys). Here two things can happen, or that the boy or her hand us off (no problem, we turn to the next), or that also come hand. If so, in general they were two couples or becomes a quartet, all standing together, or two couples, now if traded. In the quartet in general girls are touched to each other, starting with her breasts, while the boys look.

And now we're into flour, but yes, dresses. This is where you can appreciate the sensitivity of talking in another post. It is there to play, to recognize, to feel. We do not know the name of the person touched, is an anonymous body we have to decipher. And maybe he likes to be touched only the breasts, or that the kiss, or you do a straw, so dressed up, looking at your partner or not, while her partner watches or is too busy our partner. It is also possible that she's gone because it has requested, and has told "you do what you want, but I do not touch or San Pedro." And while he is excited about touring with his hands the body of your partner, she is St. Maria Goretti, and we unknowingly.

All this is revealed in the darkroom.

And as I said the other day, some people can play and who not.

That is, we are standing up dancing with someone we've barely glimpsed and we do not know what she likes and what not or even if it is ready or just want to pass the time uncomfortable, until your partner gets tired of get their hands on the person who was with us.

Suppose, for the sake of the post, you feel like being touched, there is the symphony of hands. Overall dresses, usually standing in the dark. There are only senses the touch and smell (well, and there may be some pair close in sound full and orgasm, which is exciting, I must admit). And so, generally away the bra, but if you reach the chest with the hand, it takes to follow in his mouth, and a little to be respectful, and is square won, at least for the hand, a few moments and is under the thong. And one area is unknown. Do you like? outside of the lips, the clitoris (or clitoris, or touch him), strong, soft, circles, figure eights, a vibration? But the person responsible for giving us clues: boobs yes, but the rest just above her panties. Or between your legs a bit to reach comfortably (remember that we are right), or it is she who takes the initiative, and we unbuckled his belt to relieve some pressure, with no interest other than that we are more comfortable .

or curiosity to see how we are made

or the desire to give pleasure.

Sense and Sensibility, that is.

(Continued ...)

Sometimes I wonder interest, and whether it is worth sharing partners.

Not to mention last night, when there was not (nor would have, on the other hand, said my partner with me because he knows I like - and I suspect that because she is also interested, but now says no as it had been before meeting -). What we were going at times, especially after having gone and having met a boring night, where everyone goes to her ball, and exchanges are minimal, I wonder if it was worth staying up late "for that." And, for those who do not know how a place of these is called liberal, there are two elements that must be common to all (or are all I've been, neither are many), a bar and a room dark.

Then there may be, or not, a jacuzzi, a room with tatami mats, which are mattresses on the floor, a hallway French is an area with walls and holes at different heights on the one hand are the single men, and the other Women who want to be touched - or play - an anonymous, hands appear from the holes, and plugs, and the women come and get their hands left anonymously (or breasts, or in the chichi), and grab it they want to. I've never been to any of the two sides of an aisle, so I can not comment, but has its one.

Hall explained the French, shall explain to you, young grasshopper how it works, and what happens there.

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