Start of a Beautiful 3some

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Start of a Beautiful 3someI went in to the gym, which was not very full, and the only people I knew were a mature couple. She was very attractive, short blond hair, in her late forties, with a very impressively enhanced rack. He was slightly older, but in good shape, quite athletic, with a not inconsiderable dick. This evening he was wearing tight Lycra shorts which revealed a big bulge. His wife must have been the envy of many women. I certainly envied him. I had shared a shower with them a couple of times, and had chatted with them about not much in particular. They seemed very pleasant people.This particular evening I worked my chest and triceps, and then decided to go to the sauna. When I went in, the two of them were in there sitting on the upper bench. He had his legs apart with his penis dangling between his legs well on its way down towards the lower one. His flaccid one was bigger than mine erect. Oh, lucky man! She was sitting next to him, also with legs slightly apart revealing a nice waxed pussy. As I walked in we all said hallo once again and she cupped her hands behind her head and stretched a little, thrusting out her superb tits. Even though I hadn´t had sex for quite a while, I managed to keep a lid on things.We had been seeing each other around the gym for about a year, and, as is often the case, we didn´t know each others’ names. There was nobody else in the sauna, bahis şirketleri and the lady invited me to sit next to her, and her husband was on her left. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Betty, and his was Jean-Louis. We chatted for a few minutes about not much in particular, although I sensed the lady had taken a shine to me, and the man was also very friendly. From their accents in French, I guessed they were not local. “How long have you been coming to the gym?” I asked.“About two years,” she said, “just to stay in shape and keep the weight down, and to help us be fit for tennis.”“It seems to be working,” I said, as they were both pretty slim with nice legs.“What about you?” Betty asked, “Do you come to build muscle?”“That’s the intention, but I seem to have a hit a block lately,” I said somewhat despondently.“You look good,” said Jean-Louis, “don’t you think so, Sweetheart?”“Absolutely!” she said enthusiastically, “do you do it for the girls?”“No,” I said, as if the thought had never crossed my mind.“Really?” She took my left bicep in her hand and squeezed it. “Go on, give us a feel, flex it.” I duly obliged. “Wow, nice and hard!” “Nice chest too,” she said, rubbing my nipple. Much more of this and I was going to lose control. She leaned back against the wall of the sauna and put her hand on her husband’s thigh, occasionally rubbing her little finger along mobilbahis his awesome dong, which didn’t seem to react. If she touched mine with her little finger, it would be pointing towards the ceiling. As she spoke, she intermittently touched my thigh. She was having a nice cozy time with a man on either side of her. Then her hand would remain little longer on my leg. “How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”“Just turned thirty a few weeks ago.”“Wow, so young. I’m nineteen years older than you and Jean-Louis is fifty years-old.”“You both look great. I’d never have guessed.”“You speak French very well, Peter, but I can’t guess where you’re from. Sometimes you sound English-speaking and at others a bit Spanish,” said Jean-Louis.“Very astute,” I said. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in Argentina, also in the UK, and my family is of British origin. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and Spanish. You’re very observant.”“We’re from Paris originally but have lived down here for about ten years. I’m an interior designer, and own some stores on the Cote d’Azur, and my husband is a dentist.” Well, they’re not short of money. “Well, it’s getting hot in here,” she said, putting her hand on my thigh dangerously close to my cock, “how about a few minutes in the hot tub, as we have to leave soon.”We all stood mobilbahis giriş up, and I could see her glance down at my penis, which was slightly swollen, but still was no match for her husband’s. Then, to my disbelief, she took his mighty cock in her hand and said, “This why I fell in love with him… Just joking! It was because dentists make a lot of money!” I liked her humor.We took a quick shower to wash the sweat off and got into the hot tub. Again there was nobody else there, and Betty sat between us. I was relieved to be in there, as the bubbling water would conceal any excitement in the lower area should it arise. This time her hand was on my thigh and not intermittently, and my cock was swaying with the movement of the bubbling water and bounced back and forth off her hand. I knew she was aware of it, as she gave a little smirk.“We’d better be going now, Darling,” said Jean-Louis. “Are you coming tomorrow, Peter?”“Yes, at the same time. And you?” I asked hopefully.“Yes, we always come on a Friday afternoon,” he said, standing up revealing his magnificent equipment. He was uncut, and his pubic area was waxed with a little bit of stubble. His flaccid penis was quite thick and must have been almost 7 inches long. How I envied him. I shook his hand. “See you tomorrow, then.” My left arm, the one next to Betty, was resting on the rim of the hot tub as she leaned over to give me a kiss on both cheeks, and I could feel a lovely breast on my chest. Then I felt her left hand take my semi-erect penis, give it a little squeeze and rub her thumb over the head. “No need to get up,” she said with a wink, “see you tomorrow, Peter.”

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