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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Pt2
"This is a very nice beach chalet, are you here by yourself". "Well yes I am as a matter of fact". "Do you mind if we look in the other rooms". "I am Inga, she is Clara, her English is poor.", said Inga. Clara whispered to Inga," Can Clara use your toilet"; "Ok no problem." Clara looked desperate to go, at that point, and seemed to just make it to the loo. In fact, she appeared not to make it as she came out wearing a towel wrapped around her waist. Her bulging breasts were supported by a white bra. Clara's face went bright red and with head held down said something quietly to Inga. Inga said, "Clara's had an accident, I hope she can dry off her clothes here. ""Do you mind if we look in the bedroom", by then I had decided that my evening was wrecked, and I may as well let them look around and get out as quickly as possible. Once in the room Inga sat on the bed it creased under her weight and the springs squealed." Nice springs", she said. They then looked at me in an expectant way. I then realized they were desperate for me to make a move on them. I was a bit confused, then suddenly. Clara's towel accidental slipped down to her ankles. Inga said, "She's a bad girl isn't she and she deserves a spanking for that". Clara's clit was squeezed between her labia and was framed with two heavy gold rings locked together with a silver heart shaped padlock embossed with some letters. Inga took a small key from around her neck, it turned easily, and the heavy rings dragged down pulling open Clara's labia and causing her clit to stand proud. Inga's elegant long fingers slipped inside Clara then she held them up to my nose and eased them into my mouth. Inga's hands then pushed my head down between Clara's legs. Clara squealed as I eased my tongue around her stiff clit. I was soon being used like a sex toy by Inga to fuck Clara in every way possible except anally.
After a few hours I was shattered by the sexual onslaught and all three of us rested on the veranda together. Inga said something in German to Clara and she went into the bedroom and started tidying the place up removing used condoms and dirty towels etc. Inga said, "I have a proposal, for you"." As you can see Clara is my Lover and, soul mate and is really my wife, we are also business partners in Austria running a few small Hotels in the Austrian Alps near Kitzbuhel."" Unfortunately, we have never had children and she is always at me to adopt a son so she can have a physical child and grandchildren to hug touch like all of her friends". "I have pointed out to her the drawbacks and the legal and practical dangers of what she wants." "Instead, I have suggested that we find a foreign young man who for all intents and purposes will be a son to her filling the emotional void causing her pain. The plus point of this will be that we can fuck the young man together if he wants to without it being illegal and to the outside world, he will be her son."
"We have tried this before, but it always seems to end in disaster, and we never hear from the young man after the Holidays are over and the initial sexual excitement is gone." Inga's face creased and little tears fell down her mature sun-tanned handsome face". Suddenly the tears turned to terrible sobs, and I rushed out and got Clara back to comfort her. This however made things worse, and they were both soon sobbing and wracked with pain which caused them to look down and hold onto each other. I thought really this is too much, I just gained my freedom and these two strangers who I didn't know about an hour ago are trying to insinuate themselves deeply into my life. What I was thinking must have showed on my face because their crying and carrying on just got worse. "Look let's meet up in a days' time for a meal here, and we can discus things without these emotions taking over. Come at 6pm I will arrange a meal and we can discus things sensibly." This seemed to pacify them, and they seemed to regain their composure and hugged me and confirmed they would be back to discuss things in a cordial and sensible way. |
