Thoughts aloud

My boyfriend can’t live without to have sex in public. this guy loves the idea of being watched, but even greater amount this chab likes to see other couples. Not the cheesy scenes in the typical porn movie, but real men having real sex. this chab likes going to smoky night clubs, drinking a not many drinks, dancing to a scarcely any songs, and then going to the back room and letting me engulf him off whilst he watches all the dudes in various acts of sex.

His much loved to see is frot, or dick-to-dick action. that guy can’t live without watching two guys doing the rod rub whilst his dick is buried deep in my ass.

Last Saturday night was particularly hot. We had gone out to our usual club, which is always packed with hawt chaps; that night was no different. We sat at the bar and downed a small in number shots while checking out the numbers on the dance floor.

One couple caught our eyes. They were one as well as the other tall and lean, one with fair hair and skin; the other was black skinned with lengthy gorgeous dreadlocks. Their contrast was only made hotter by their fleshly dancing.

We watched them for a while, or rather my boyfriend watched them. I preferred to keep my gaze on him as this chab observed ’em. Finally, this guy took my hand. “Let’s go cut a rug,” this guy told. That has always been his less than flattering way of asking me to dance.

We took to the floor and this chab led me over close to our beloved pair. he pulled me close to him and began grinding his body into mine. I didn’t have to look to know whom this chab was watching.

“Maybe they’ll go to the back room,” I said in his ear.

“Maybe we’ll follow ’em if they do.”

We continued dancing, our bodies getting sexy and sweaty in the process. I glanced over at our pair and saw that the black one had shed his shirt. His darksome skin taught over his pumped up frame. The golden-haired angel was still wrapped tightly in his arms.

“They are a beautiful sight,” my boyfriend remarked.

“Oh yeah, they most certainly are. Do you think they know we are infatuated with them?”

“Hmm, maybe. Maybe they think it’s hot,” this chab told with a wink.

The thumpa-thumpa gave way to smth a little slower and our marvelous pair left the dance floor, making their way to the back room. “Come on,” my boyfriend took my hand and pulled me with him, following their path.

In the backroom the smell of sweat and testosterone filled my nostrils. The lights were dim, just enough to make out the hard bodies. I saw our boys standing in the corner, their lips together, their hand roaming each other’s bodies.

My boyfriend positioned up so that we one as well as the other had a precious view as this chab pulled me to him from behind. he wanted me to watch the show during the time that this guy rode my booty. I was greater amount than willing.

I watched as the black skinned girl shoved down the jeans of his lover, freeing his 9-pounder. His blonde boyfriend did the same so that the one and the other fellows stood with their exposed rods touching. the one and the other had already shed their shirts on the dance floor.

My lover had shoved my panties down as well. this guy was applying the lube to my hole, then a finger; opening me up, stretching me for his dick.

The 2 lovers stood face to face; their kissing grew greater quantity intense, greater quantity urgent. The blonde one’s hands roamed over the muscles of his lover’s back.

I felt the pinch, as my boyfriend slid into me, just past my first ring of muscles. he stopped there, letting me adjust. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing, on the feel of him inside me. When I was ready for more, I pushed back onto him, letting him slip the rest of the way in.

When I opened my eyes I saw that our boys had stepped things up also. They continued their lovemaking as if no one else was in the room. I don’t think right then they were aware that anyone else was even on the same planet.

The dark one had reached down and had the one and the other of their jocks in his beefy hand. that guy was stoking them together, sliding his hand up and down, as the tender skin of their heads rubbed jointly. anew I marveled at the contrast of their skin and how pretty they were jointly; so light, so dark.

My paramour was watching them likewise and I could feel his passion grow with theirs. His breath in my ear grew heavier, his fingers on my waist gripped tighter.

The fair one broke from the kiss; his head tilting back, his eyes closed, lips parted, obliviously in a state of bliss. His lover leaned into him, whispering smth in his ear. soever he said, it was enough for the golden-haired. that guy let out a cry as his orgasm erupted. The milking white cock juice shooting up onto his lover’s black chest, and running back down over their dongs and the fingers of his lover’s hand.

I continued to see as the darksome beauty continued to pump their cocks, bringing on his own climax. I knew I wasn’t far from reaching mine and I could feel my boyfriend’s 9-pounder grow larger inside me as this guy was close too. I felt my lover’s teeth on my shoulder, biting that delicate spot with just sufficiently pressure to send me to my release. My knees grew weak as I pumped my penis and felt the warm jiz hit my chest. I heard my paramour groan as that guy likewise reached his goal.

The two males we had been watching finally turned and looked at us. The one as well as the other smiled and the golden-haired raised an eyebrow, as if to say ‘did you enjoy the show?’

What can I say? My boyfriend can’t live without to watch.