porn story of Aida

porn story of Aida,

Called Aida. She was a beautiful 28-year-old woman. She was tall, with brown hair and Ingrid Bergman's conformation, with big hands and feet.
The men died after her, but she, from the beginning, had given only to the handsome Dan Maniu, only major, then. Already three years of marriage were fulfilled, and beautiful Aida was hiding a shameful secret. Even though her daughter was doing her job properly, Aida, during the day, felt the need to hide in the bathroom where she would indulge in solitary desertions, during which she imagined very dirty sex scenes. And, basically, he was imagining nudity and joining with other men. In fact, poor Aida has dreamed of this sexual act, so difficult to accomplish.
Then he followed that horrible morning.
It was May, and the Colonel, who had left for Bucharest, had given him a phone call and told him, with his military voice: "Honey, there are two more days here, but I have not canceled the visit to Horvat. Bring some money ... Get it right, coffee, sweetheart. You can unpack a bottle of Cointreau ... Pa. " The phone closed. Aida felt strong sexual thrills: Captain Mirel Horvat was one of the prettiest men she knew and appeared frequently in her dirty dreams.
Then, as she prepared the coffee, she realized horribly that she had already decided. She would cheat her husband with this Horvat. He was going to fuck with him. In all positions, like a jogger. All day.
And, above all, she would have him penetrate her ass. Something she had never done, though she often penetrated herself there with a cucumber.
It was only 7 o'clock. The illicit sexual desire that had exploded in her was scared. There was something between the pulp, and it felt like his lap was swollen, and his clitoris swelled. He walked away from the bedroom icons and palm together. "God, do not let me make mistakes ..."
Then laughed at her religious exit, tossed all the icons into the wardrobe and went out. Prepare everything, trembling and shaking his head. He heard all sorts of voices. "Be lucky ... You're young and you want something new ... Another dick, a cute man ... Why not? Why not?" Then she put her dress straight on her body. They're shaking all over. It was very exciting and weird to be completely naked under the fine silk. As smooth as her skin. She slowly moved her bust: her large breasts were clearly seen, swinging, sexual, and provocative, with the hardened ends up. Her lovely breasts that only her husband had kissed.
"Lord, I'm crazy!"

Aida looked at the panties and the bra on the bed once, then decided. She would remain naked under the dress, under Horvat's eyes, to make him understand clearly what she was doing in her head. Shoot a pair of white sandals with a heel. Then she rubs and puts some big, vulgar earrings you never carry.
He looked in the mirror: he looked like a jerk.
You feel like he's on fire when the bell rings. He took a deep breath, got up and opened. He thumbed and felt a great fire in the womb.
Captain Horvat was not alone, but accompanied by another man. Greetings shortly, militate. "I kiss my hand, ma'am. I brought something to Mr. Colonel."
The other was short and athletic, blond and with a dog's face. She leaned. "Captain Mark." Aida was confused by the presence of the other for just one second, and for a second, any reticence was volatile, as if by charm. Think instantly: "Two men in me. Why not? I have to do it."
The vagina was so wet that she felt something flowing on her thigh and her breasts excited. She smiled at them, though her head was raining, and her belly was beginning to hurt. "Oh, but you're welcome! The husband is in Bucharest ... And I'm alone ..."
The men came in, sat down on the armchairs, and served them cognac. Then he put music. He stared at them: the two were already staring at her feet. Without any shame. Good sign. Mirel Horvat sip from cognac. "And when is the captain, Mrs Aida?"
Installed on the couch, she looked softly under the genes, as he had never seen a man before, and made a vague gesture. "I do not know, Captain, I think the day after tomorrow ... Actually it does not matter ... It does not matter at all ..." She sat relaxed on the couch, her head really flushed, her head was eagerly showing her feet to the two men , Like a bitch. He was trying to make a conversation, his heart twitching and wondering what was going to happen. But they both seemed equally confused by her challenges. Very confused. He then realized that EA was supposed to encourage them. That was their boss's wife. He did not think about it.
Yes, it was clear. She was too beautiful and was their boss's wife.
He took a deep breath and stared at them, unfolding two buttons of his dress, uncovering two-thirds of his large and naked breasts with erect nipples. Then he smiled and passed his tongue over his lips: "It's hot, is not it?"

He could hear the breath of the two confused men who could not believe that she was acting like that.
From that moment on, how long has it been? Five minutes, a quarter of an hour?
After these erotic signals of an eager and shameless woman, Horvat dared the first step: she stood up and sat disturbed beside her. She took her throat and started
fuck...