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A rose for my wife

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on: June 16, 2019, 03:17:56 PM
She had asked me to bring a gardener to build her a rose bush. That's how I did it. For a month the gardener worked and my wife said to my ear in bed or in the basement that it was a surprise. Until we finally had the rose bush. The gardener had told me my wife's ideas were very rare. The bushes were very close together. I told him to listen to him.



One day I found the rose bush in all its beauty. It was a very dark night. There was hardly any light in the backyard (where the rose bush is). There was a chair. My wife was naked in bed and her best friend, N., was eating her pussy vehemently. My wife moaned. They knew I was there. N.'s hand appeared between her legs (she could only see her ass a little fat but beautiful and brown) and opened her buttocks. I took off my pants and put my dick between her buttocks and then penetrated her pussy gently. That's when my wife came.



When he approached me for a kiss, I noticed he had a small cut in his belly. He told me he was going to surprise me today. He told N. to go fix everything, while she stayed with me. N. disappeared.



My wife sat on top of my dick and we started fucking.  I bit her nipples and she bit my shoulders, leaving purple marks, sometimes with some blood. With my hands I stopped his hips, to avoid coming to me.  When N. called her, she gave me a hallucinatory kiss: she kissed me and then bit my lower lip until she felt the salty blood, just a drop. She told me to follow her.



N. was naked leaning on one of the door jambs, blocking my way out with her leg; she had let my wife through. Did you miss me? she asked me. I kissed him. She licked the little wound.



My wife was lying on a bed of roses. N. went with her and joined her, on top. They told me to sit down and look at them. And masturbate.



They started rolling on the bed, kissing, licking, sucking. They screamed, groaned, sobbed, but didn't stop. To see them better, because of the darkness, I brought my chair closer. My wife was licking her pussy and anus, under N., while N. was grinding on my wife's pussy, biting her lips, her protruding clitoris.



I wiggled it, closing my eyes for brief seconds, caressing my testicles. Every now and then I had to stop so as not to come, having little orgasms. I caressed my own anus, the surroundings, looking at them. They were still pure shadow.



Now my wife was on top of N. continuing her friendship. I wish I'd been there with them. Then N. stood on top of my wife, her buttocks covering her face. It was right in front of me. His body was full of little red, bleeding sores. The bed of roses was full of thorns.  They looked like little vaginas.



N. lifted my wife's legs and put them on my thighs. I took their feet and started masturbating with them. I couldn't take it anymore. N. made fierce grimaces, licked large black nipple breasts. I got up and sunk my dick in his mouth. She licked it and sucked violently, biting my glans. I was going to come and took it out, dripping my milk on the face, breasts and belly of N. and on the moving body of my wife (who surely sought to increase her pleasure by feeling new hincones).



N. opened his mouth and closed his eyes: he had come. My wife got up and said to go to the living room. With my hand I cleared their bodies of dirt and blood. My hand was covered in red spots.



Both were lying on the bed, on their backs, with their legs open, one next to the other. You know what to do," said N..



I started kissing their bodies, licking them, cleaning them, concentrating on those little pussies, tasting their salty blood and soil.  The whole body was marked: the legs, the feet, the hips, the belly, the breasts, the arms, except the face.



They turned around and I kept licking them. What a pleasure, the blood! Their buttocks were so marked! I stayed several minutes visiting both asses, one brown and the other white, but both full of so much pleasure to give.



I cleaned them completely and every time they bled again my tongue was there, wherever it went. The bed was dirty.



We were debris but that night didn't end there...


 

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