Hello friends,
The day after the meeting where my husband Dan, Francis, and I agreed that I would become Francis's art model, my husband and I spent a long time discussing the purpose of all this and how to achieve it.
Dan explained to me how Francis has always had great difficulty in making commitments and taking responsibilities since he was very young, which is why he has never managed to maintain a relationship. A few years ago, my husband introduced him to the sister, Blanca, of his then-girlfriend Alma (more of a fuck-girl than a girlfriend, although she was in love with Dan, but he was not with her), and Blanca and Francis immediately hit it off and soon began having sex.
I met Alma and Blanca in person, and I can assure you they were a pair of spectacular beauties, although the last time I saw Alma three years ago, she had gained a lot of weight, but it had been more than thirty-five years since I first met her. Well, despite Blanca being in love with Francis and the great sex they were having, when my husband ended the erotic relationship with Alma, Francis did the same with Blanca, since without Dan's support or company, he didn't feel comfortable as he felt that all the responsibility now fell solely on him, whereas before Dan was the one who held everything together and was the leader of the Francis-Blanca-Dan-Alma group.
In previous posts, I've told you that my erotic relationship with Francis lasted for twenty years, and it ended because he started dating another girl seriously. Well, what I hadn't told you until now is that this girl, Meiche, had been another Dan's fuck-girl for a few months at the same time than Alma… yes, Dan had two affairs going on for a time, and both girls were gorgeous; he is not as innocent a lamb as many of you may have thought.
A curious dependence Francis has on Dan, don't you think? Since Francis feels an incredible admiration for Dan, he possibly thinks that if Dan liked a girl, it's because she's worth it, and thus that motivates him to want to be with her. And obviously, the same thing happened with me: Francis liked the wife of his best friend, and that was me, Aura, the one who is telling you this experience, my dear reader.
As for me, I was in love with my husband, no doubt, but Francis apart from his best friend is a physically and intellectually very attractive man, one of the most handsome men I have ever had sex with, and I fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with him; my husband introduced us a few days after we started dating. What was going to happen was bound to happen: Francis and I soon became lovers to my husband's approval; with my husband's enthusiastic applause I would say.
Both my husband and I saw this coming and knew it was inevitable, and we both wanted it, me because I was attracted to Francis and wanted to have sex with him, and my husband because he wants me to be happy and helps me satisfy all my whims, and because he knew that the only way for Francis to have a girl to have a satisfying sex life with would have to be me, and besides I would be the model necessary to boost the career of Francis as an artist. My husband then told me that even before we were married, the first few times he saw me flirting with Francis he realized that he didn't feel jealous; even more, it turned him on to see us getting intimate, and fantasized with seeing us having sex.
I should clarify that they were flirtations and mischiefs between friends, and the most that happened is that when the three of us went out for a drink I sometimes walked holding Francis' arm or hugging him and we also danced together hugging tightly, and often I touched him and caressed his small turgid ass over his pants, or pressed my belly on his while we were dancing as if it were such a thing, and Dan saw me and, as said before it turned him on.
However, Francis never sexually touched me, kissed, or made a pass at me, although I made it very easy for him… but on the other hand, he never made any gesture to remove my hand from his ass or to move away so that I wouldn't press my lower belly into his pants bulge, or my hard nipples pushing on his chest as we danced. And when I danced with him with a few buttons of my blouse loose, he would stare undisguisedly and with evident pleasure at my tits, grabbing my hips close to my buttocks or at the height of my ribs under my armpits rubbing with his thumb as if nothing the side of my perky tits.
Months later, when we were lovers, Francis told me that when he realized that I was an “easy uninhibited girl” (a polite way of saying a “slut” ), out of respect for Dan he mentally set some parts of my body to never touch, and some limits to never cross, and were my nipples, lips, lower belly and pussy, upper-inner thigs, and ass -though the sides of my buttocks, upper belly, belly button, neck, and chest were “free territory”-, and not kissing me in the mouth, and never nibbling or licking me. However, he kissed my face and my neck often, and being tipsy he pushed his thumb “in” my belly button (imagine representing what… ), and by the way he loved to slowly fondle my whole back, up to my ass crack, and shoulders when we danced… and being kissed in the neck while fondling my back makes me horny as a mare in heat in less than half a minute, and he was aware of it.
Dan introduced me to Francis shortly after we started dating formally, and it was obvious that Francis and I were immediately physically attracted to each other, and although I was head over heels in love with Dan, I included Francis in the group of guys I would let get laid at the slightest hint. Believe me when I tell you that Dan was very handsome and with an athletic body without an ounce of fat, but Francis had the face of an Adonis with the body of the Vitruvian Man; Dan was attractive, but Francis was "beautiful", Dan is the man that every woman would like to have as a husband, and Francis the one she would like to have as a lover, and I had both of them exclusively for me for twenty years, I cannot complain.
My husband and I made love as husband and wife, with affection and respect, but Francis and I fucked like wild animals, always with lust and sometimes with a certain physical violence. The connection with my husband was mental and physical, while with Francis it was animal and genital; with my husband I have always been united by love and gentleness and with Francis by hard sex.
It's funny, because the practical and worldly man, the pragmatic technologist, was the one who gave me sweet and loving sex (and still does) , while the sensitive artist was the one who gave me hard sex... and very hard; and I need both. The seemingly sweet and dreamy Francis transmutes as soon as the bedroom door closes; behind closed doors he is a bit sadistic, very kinky, dirty, creative, likes to "experiment" and try everything, break taboos, cross boundaries... which makes him the ideal lover that I was lucky enough to enjoy to my heart's content for two decades.
You have already realized that both Dan and Francis were not two innocent little angels, and being two very attractive and intelligent guys, because they both were, they knew how to seduce a girl and get her to drop her panties. At least with me they both managed it in a very short time, although I am not a good proof of their ability because I am not an "ordinary girl" but an "easy girl", a hardened and uninhibited slut...
Of course, Francis wasn't doing any of this with me cheating on Dan, because years ago the two of them had talked about and agreed on how far each could go with the other's girl and set the above-mentioned limits. This was when they were dating Alma and Blanca, the two hot sisters who were their fuck-girls.
As for me, both before and after I got married, when we went out at night for drinks and dancing the three of us to a disco or a pub with a dance floor, I was always dressed sexy, even provocative but not flashy, almost always with light dresses with some transparency and no underwear, or with blouses with a good part of the buttons loose. If it was an afternoon we were going for a walk and then dancing, I wore jeans for comfort, or sometimes a long skirt, and a blouse with buttons... which were loosened "by accident" as the night progressed and the number of drinks increased, often ending with all the buttons loose and the blouse knotted at my waist. While Dan and I were fiancées, Francis and I sometimes got very horny dancing, which I can testify to because apart from the pressure of his belly on mine I also noticed another increasing pressure a little lower down, at my pussy level. When Francis danced with me, he always had an erection, and I got a wet pussy.
,[[ Image 1. Photos that Francis took of me in my double bed one night before we slept together when I was 23, while Dan was studying until the wee hours of the morning preparing for his university professorship (at 26 years old!) in another room of the apartment that we had set up as an office, then so as not to wake Francis and me up, he would sleep there in a folding bed for the rest of the night. Although if it was a weekend and we didn't have to get up early the next morning, he would get into bed with us and the three of us would sleep together. During my first year of marriage, my husband Dan was very busy preparing for his university professorship exams (to become Full Professor, Chair Tenant) and could not pay much attention to me, and with Francis practically living with us, I had "much more" sex with him than with my husband, and slept almost as many nights with one as with the other, and often with both at the same time. I had just married Dan, but I was extremely lucky that for sexual purposes it was as if I had also married his best friend, who besides attracted me sexually even more than my own husband. As long as Francis had his artist's studio in our apartment it was as if I was a newlywed wife with two husbands, deliciously bigamous for all intents and purposes, and with the added advantage that I had daily separate sex with each of them and also in glorious threesomes once or twice a week. They loved to cum in my pussy one on the cum of the other in indistinct order, and that drove me crazy because I had the semen of my two men mixed inside me, then we slept together, the two of them hugging me and me taking the already flaccid cocks in my hands and feeling how their cum mixed with my own fluids came out of my pussy little by little wetting my thighs and my ass. By the way, I take advantage of this photo in which Francis had half pulled down my panties, to tell you that he has always been turned on taking off my panties, especially in public places like pubs and discos, it was like a fetish for him, that's why when we went out together just the two of us for a drink I used to wear panties (not usual for me when I have a date for sex) and sometimes he would take them off several times throughout the evening, although I finally arrived home without panties that were already soaked with my fluids and his cum. ]]
For all that, it will not surprise you that when Francis was working in the improvised artist's studio he had in the living room of the apartment that Dan and I rented, he saw me getting out of the shower naked "by chance" from time to time, or when I was walking around the house with my bed robe carelessly ajar and totally naked underneath and bareback; I was more daring when Francis and I were alone at home. And when Dan was away and I was alone at home with Francis chatting, joking, and flirting while he painted there was always an obvious erotic, even sexual undertone, although nothing ever happened... because he didn't propose it to me though we both were aroused; the bulge in his pants and my red cheeks and hard nipples pressing on my robe gave us away. I often had the fantasy that on one of those occasions he would suggest that I pose for him, and I would have undressed immediately... well, more than undressed I would only have had to drop the robe on the floor, something I almost did more than once. I'm an exhibitionist and a slut, I don't deny it.
Let's see, dear readers, who already know me very well: how could I be alone at home in bed and naked, with a man who attracted me very much in a room three meters from my bed, without getting horny and want to fuck him? Well, that didn't happen because Francis didn't want to.
Since Dan had seen me flirting and making advances towards Francis and that had made him horny, he confessed to me that he would like to see me having sex with him, and I told him that if Francis wanted, I would be happy to do it. Remember that when Dan and I talked about this for the first time I wasn't even 23 yet, but I had had group sex for the first time nine years ago in Venezuela with my three friends and one female friend in all different combinations, variations, and possible permutations.
Then, being José Manuel's lover only about nine months ago, he had sent me to have sex with his best friend (Esteban) a few times, and also with VIP clients from his law firm, but without the three of us being together. And on the night of “Miss Lingerie” -Señorita Lencería- I served naked drinks (the lingerie didn't last long on me) in private to him and five of his friends, I exposed myself in front of them and they masturbated me in turns with the spindled shape handle of a hair brush with rounded tip finish, giving me a huge orgasm; Before, I had let myself be touched and “intimately explored” by all of them.
At the end of the night, I was drawn among four of them: I would give the winner a blowjob in the bathroom, and then handjobs to the other three in order, finally I gave two blowjobs and two handjobs. Afterwards José Manuel fucked me in that same bathroom, he was my owner and he had that privilege and he wanted to brag about it to his friends; He made me go back to the saloon with everyone without letting me clean the cum that was dripping down my thighs; I received a standing ovation... we were all quite drunk I must say, but it was a wonderful, unforgettable night (despite the alcoholic haze and hangover the next day), without a doubt one of the best of my life.
Other years they had hired a “professional” for the party, you know what I mean, but that year José Manuel wanted me, his mistress, to do it, and judging by the congratulations I received on all the following days, I was the best and most accommodating Miss Lingerie of the history of the friends’ club… and for free…. That means I was already showing promise in the craft, and seven years later, I had the opportunity to prove it abundantly by working for Lalo at the CMNF private Club and outside when I was 29-30 years old.
The fifth guy was married and did not want to participate in the draw, although a week later we had “light sex” while I posed for him (he was the famous painter who I have told you about in other Posts)... I allowed him to shave my pussy and put makeup on my nipples, and then he jerked off in front of me under a towel while he watched me masturbating for him with the handle of the aforementioned brush, we came at the same time but without physical contact and without me seeing his cock…. I still have that brush; I have done a few erotic shows with it and I am very fond of it 😉 The men loved to see me walking and showing off with the entire handle inside my pussy or my ass and only the brush part sticking out; The handle is shaped like a helix and once “screwed” into the hole it does not fall out easily.
Well, I had plenty of experience with group sex, but neither Dan nor Francis did at that time. Dan and Francis later confessed to me that when they were going out with Alma and Blanca, they each had a secret fantasy of having swapped partners but being sisters that seemed too depraved and none of them dared to suggest it, and I would add that, knowing the two girls, they would never have accepted. Dan and Francis had seen each other naked many times, of course, bathing in the river, and after playing sports in the locker rooms and showers of the school gym where they both went, but of course they had never seen each other in an environment of sex while having a hard on and sharing a girl.
, ,[[ Image 2. Spontaneous photos taken by Francis upon waking up after sleeping together in my marital bed; then came the morning fuck. These photos likely correspond to Sunday mornings, as on weekdays we would wake up very early, around 6 in the morning, to go to work; I drove to my job, Dan took the train to his, and if Francis had stayed over the night, he would start working early in the morning in the living room that we had lent him to use as an artist's studio. I usually returned home around 6 in the evening, but Dan rarely came back before 9, so Francis and I would be home alone for about three hours, initially chatting in his "studio" while he painted, but soon I would pose for him, usually naked, and from the moment we started having sex, we did it almost daily in the studio, or more commonly in my bed. When Francis took these photos, Dan would possibly be studying in the next room, or despite it being Sunday, he might have gone to his university laboratory. I'll clarify this mess of our lives in other posts, but in summary, it can be said that indeed my sexual life has always been, and continues to be, a mess, a delightful mess. ]]
Not all guys are able of doing that, it seems simpler than it is, I would say that the majority are incapable of having sex with a woman while naked in the presence of another naked man; I don't criticize it, everyone is as they are. But what is even less common is a man who likes to share his wife with other men; I am extremely lucky that my husband is one of those few. Even more so! Very few allow their wives to have sex alone with other guys, that is, without the husband being present, and Dan does it; We are a textbook “hotwife-cuckold husband” marriage and we are very happy like that, we are very united, and we love each other with all our soul… almost forty years married with only three brief crises that put our marriage at risk prove it.
Returning to the plans to pose naked for Francis for the first time, we had agreed that the following Friday afternoon I would pose for Francis, but keep in mind that until then we saw each other every day as Francis came to work in his improvised studio in our living room and of which you have seen numerous photos in the previous Posts of this series and in many others. It was also obvious to me that posing nude was only a first step in the relationship, as soon the three of us would be naked and immediately we would start having threesome sex and then Francis and I alone; it was an inevitable natural process, like the tides or the change of seasons. Surely Francis, because of his lack of experience, did not see that all this was going to happen in a very short time, so how to manage the week when I would meet him in the hallway, or we would be chatting while he was working?
I was afraid of myself, that is to say of getting horny being alone with him and undressing in front of him before Friday, so I opted for the simplest solution: to stay that week working at the company until late, so that when I got home Dan would have already returned from work and thus I would not be alone with Francis, with the high risk that I would undress for him. If I had done it while he and I were alone and I had gotten aroused I would have made a pass at him (I know myself very well and I would have done it), and Francis could have felt uncomfortable and that could have been the end of our friendship, and possibly that of Francis and Dan.
,[[ Image 3. Photos in Francis's improvised artist studio in our living room during real sessions where I was posing for a painting. Francis sometimes painted the canvases on the floor, other times holding the canvas or notebook with one hand, occasionally using an easel... he was a bit whimsical about it. I've spent many hours posing on that mat, but also having sex with Francis, and often we would both fall asleep there, embraced, for the rest of the night. If you look closely, in the bottom photo, my breasts are turgid and my nipples hard and wrinkled like walnuts... and it wasn't because it was cold there, but because after a long posing session, it was time for sex! ]]
Please remember that I was a non-pathologic hypersexual 23 years old girl, a newlywed that had sex daily with my 26 years old healthy husband, but that was not enough for me: having sex in the long term with just a man has been not enough for me ever, and from the last October to July I had sex only with my husband, and I was needing desperately being fucked by another one as soon as possible and Francis was the most attractive guy I had in sight.
Yes, I said I am hypersexual tough non-pathological. That means that even though my sexual desire is very high, it doesn't prevent me from leading a normal life, that is, being successful in my work, having a functionally healthy family, and having 'normal' friendships. But what happens is that eroticism and sex hold a much higher level of interest for me than for other women. To put it simply and playfully: sex is my hobby, and I'm an advanced 'aficionado'. A doctor, specialized in sexology and gynecology, Zoran (I talk a lot about him in the first forty "Pics of the Day" ), with whom I had a torrid affair for four days when I was 27 years old, diagnosed me like this, and he told me that besides being multiorgasmic and not having religious inhibitions, I am a case that occurs very rarely and that it is a great luck for me because it makes me have a very happy life, and I have always been what could be defined as a very happy woman. By the way, my hypersexuality and lack of inhibitions also made him very happy during those days... and many other guys throughout my life.
Returning to Francis and the plans for the next Friday, the issue of whether or not I was going to pose nude alone with Francis in the future was unresolved. It seemed obvious to Dan and me that I was, but we both knew that Francis might feel like he was betraying Dan by me being naked alone with him. It was obvious that I was going to be sexually aroused posing for Francis, and it was also obvious that he was going to be in a state of almost perpetual erection while I was naked in front of him... and those erections long contained inside pants produce pain in the genitals and belly, a pain that only disappears when the boy releases the accumulated load, either because he masturbates or because he has sex with someone... for example with the cause of that erection: myself.
Is it that all artists get erections when they paint or photograph a nude model?, I imagine it's not like that in professionals, but in my case it has been almost without exception, but it's because posing nude was part of the foreplay if it was a flirt, or because having sex after the session was part of the deal with me when he was a professional or semi-professional artist. For example, Francis, for whom over twenty years I posed nude for countless hours, thousands, was not always with a boner although there was always a certain sexual tension at all times.
Often Francis was also naked while painting and, especially during the first months of our relationship he had a hard-on during most of the session (and I was horny, I don't deny it), and when his excitement subsided he would come closer to where I was posing and rub his cock on my tits or face, or he would put it in my mouth so I could suck it a little bit without me changing my position, to make it hard again because he said that he was more inspired when he was hard, and besides, I was less bored posing... which I totally agreed with him.
Francis also sometimes did other things a bit dirtier, like for example I kept posing without cleaning myself after he had cum on my tits or my face, with curds of his semen even in my hair, but as he was painting and not photographing that did not appear in the painting... although sometimes he left a "whitish" brushstroke on some part of my body of which the buyer of the painting will not have realized what it represents.
Francis loved to play "semen games" with me, I'll tell you in detail, but I'll tell you something in advance: for example, for almost ten years now I had given countless blowjobs to the more than twenty men I had been with, but Francis was the first one who asked me to swallow "all" the semen on purpose; I had swallowed the cum of a few guys, but by chance, not intentionally as I started to do with 23 years after Francis showed me that the girl swallowing creates a very special bond between lovers, it is as if the guy feeds the girl by with his semen.
For example, in a "porn art" painting, in which at the client's request my pose was explicitly sexual, laying with my legs spread and my hands keeping my pussy wide open appearing in the foreground in the center of the painting, Francis fucked me and mixed a good amount of our mingled fluids oozing from my pussy with the paints on his palette. Francis' concept of "Live Art" which I will tell you about in another Post went much further than you can imagine; in Post 50 I discussed a small part of it. Now you will understand why I said before that for long periods of time I had much more sex with Francis than with my husband, because the art sessions than often lasted for hours were largely sex sessions and we were both horny most of the time, "Art and Sex", the perfect combination to nurture the soul and the body.
For the first few years in practically every painting session Francis and I had sex one or more times; I can orgasm repeatedly, and my sex drive reactivates very quickly after, especially as a twenty-something. Francis was not a "heavy cummer", he was let's say "normal", but the speed at which his balls reloaded has always amazed me, he is one of the men I have been with who, after fucking me, was ready to fuck me again more quickly. With him I have my record of a guy fucking me seven times in one day, and I'm only talking about fucking, although that day I came about a dozen times in total, and I also gave him a blowjob or two. I've been fucked more times in one day, but with two guys, and the record I'm talking about is only with one, also Zoran fucked me seven times in a day, so Francis keeps this record "ex aequo" with Zoran.
Returning to the subject of the sexual arousal of artist and model, for example, when Diego had a busy assignment (Diego is the photographer from Pamplona who hired me often, who I talked about in numerous Posts and now in the Pics of the Day), he would sometimes prefer to have sex with me on the folding bed in his studio next to the photography set just before starting the photo-shoot, so that he could concentrate on his work without being horny. What happened was that if the session was long, he would take advantage of a break to come back and fuck me again before continuing the work. Once we visited the folding bed four times in the same working day... apart from whatever we did at night, as the deal always included sleeping with him and without a limit to how many times he wanted to have sex with me through any of my three main holes at his discretion, although in practice I asked him to do it more often than he asked me.
And now back to Francis, during the week before the meeting in which I was going to undress and pose for him for the first time, as I said I was avoiding being alone with Francis to not be tempted to undress before we had planned and even to incite him to have sex with me, which I certainly would have done, but as I know myself I put all the means to prevent that from happening; Anyway, I was in a continuous state of sexual excitement all week, for I knew that on Friday I was not only going to start being Francis' art model, but that this was the first step towards becoming long-term lovers, as we have been for twenty wonderful years.
Besides that, during the week I spent many hours at the company where I worked, but I took advantage of some free time to go shopping for sexy clothes for the Friday meeting with Francis and Dan, as well as to the hair salon and a couple of sessions of UV rays to acquire at least a little bit of tan. Francis, on the other hand, bought a large piece of matte black fabric to use as a backdrop, as any professional artist of the human figure would do, whether a photographer or a painter.
In my life, I've posed for artists in front of many backgrounds and sets, but by far, matte black has been the most common color, as in it, tungsten lights used in that era didn't produce reflections, although sometimes flashes did, but most good photographers preferred using spotlight over flash. Also, Francis bought that week the 'mat' you've seen in numerous photos so that I could pose comfortably... and on which he and I had sex countless times over the years, and even slept together whole nights after exhausting “art-and-sex” sessions.
For his part, my husband bought a few cartridges of polaroid photos to photographically record the upcoming Friday event, in which his wife was going to undress for the first time in front of his best friend. Dan knew as well as I did that this was just a first step for Francis and I to become lovers, but what he didn't know - but I did - was that it was also a first step for us to have threesome sex. I would say that Dan manipulated things a bit so that Francis and I became lovers, and I manipulated things so that in addition to that we had threesome sex from time to time, as we did during those twenty years of relationship, where our "Friday threesome meeting" became a tradition, although I had sex alone with Francis many, many more times than in threesomes with my husband.
Even years later Francis and I had some "torrid" threesome sex sessions with a younger friend of his, Alex, separately from my husband (I'll tell you about Alex, but he is the son of the owner -a lady- of one of the art galleries Francis worked for, and he admired the paintings of Francis). First Francis asked me to "comfort" Alex on his behalf, who was going through a personal rough patch… well he was sad because being 21 years old he still never had sex with a girl, and I successfully comforted him "several" times, we even slept together a couple of nights at his mom's luxury apartment (she pampered her son too much, and didn't care of him sleeping with a married woman who was older than him at his own home as far as her son was happy, and frankly I didn't care either what she could think about me as far as his son fucked me as well as he did).
Then I manipulated the situation a bit to also have threesome sex with Francis and Alex. I had some DPs (double penetrations) Francis nailing my pussy and Alex impaling my ass quite successful; Now that I think about it I had very few DPs in my life, and just a couple times two cocks in my pussy.
Alex was a sweet, a spoiled cute boy with an innocent face, wavy soft long blonde hair and a hairless body, with honey color eyes and with a delicious vanilla color silky skin, he was a “golden boy”, ten years younger than me, with a turn-up thin but very hard banana-shaped cock, very easy to roll-up foreskin (he confessed me that he wanked a lot watching porn), and with small hard balls glued to his ass as the ones of a young tiger. Alex skillfully and successfully used abundantly his wonderful cock in my main three holes, and I have no doubts his mom and the neighbors heard my loud orgasms all the night long, but as said I didn’t care and as it seems either Alex.
I have to say that Alex was a spoiled-boy, but he was very nice and intelligent, he was just in need to be with a woman but his flirting skills were null, in fact I was the first girl he had sex with, and he was 21 years old! , so I deflorate him when he just turned 21 and I was a 31 -almost 32- years old “Cougar” (I already was a mom), and it was a tender and wonderful moment that I am not going to tell out of respect for him. In my life I have “deflorated” a few guys, some of them quite older, one was 30 years old… Wow! 30 years and not having had sex except with his own hand! Can you imagine that!
[[ Image 8. In this photo, I was 35 years old, but I've gone out dressed like this 'for a night out' many times in my life before and after, sometimes with my husband, other times with Francis or other lovers as for instance Dean and Sir Ulf, but I've also gone out like this to meet José Manuel, or Néstor, and even alone to meet up with a fling I had already been on previous dates with on my own. I've only gone out alone dressed like this to seek out strangers, that is, to hunt men, during the time with Lalo; regular readers already know what I'm referring to, and for those who don't, I recommend reading the posts where Lalo's name appear, I think you'll like them 😉 ]]
Yes, indeed among many people I had the well-deserved reputation of being a slut and a cheating wife, and a well-know one, but I managed to this reputation don’t interfere in my job and family. I was not a cheating-wife, because my husband allowed and promoted me to be a slut, but people couldn’t imagine that.
Thus, in a way I was having sex with Francis, my husband's best friend, on behalf of my husband, and Francis sent me to have sex with his friend Alex on his behalf, and I was having threesomes with all those guys, Francis and me being the common point of this mess Was fun and hot as hell, tough I was in heaven; being an uninhibited slut has many advantages. My husband never met Alex in person, though he saw some polaroids that Francis shot of him having sex with me… impaling me more precisely speaking. Francis and Alex kept all the photos, maybe I will ask for a copy of some the next time I met Francis.
I know this experience with Alex is a bit out of topic in today’s Post, but it has come to my memory.
So, at 31 I had steady sex with my husband and Francis almost daily, with one or the other, or both, with Gorka every fortnight or more often, with Diego in Pamplona or when he came to my town, with Alex from time to time, with José Manuel monthly, sporadically with Néstor, and I also met "Handsome Olaso" a couple of times, not to forget the classic two meetings in summer with Paco in the frame of the “fair deal” we signed when I was 23. Nine different regular guys, plus the usual three or four one-night stands a year during my work trips to Madrid and other cities. The oldest guy was Jose Manuel, 46, and the youngest was Alex, 21... I love the variety I think I had earned my 'championship-level sluttiness diploma' fair and square; I was what is called in Spain “Un Putón de Campeonato” with capital letters, and proud to be, and if I could travel back in time I would be triple.
But let’s go now eight years back in time to the night I undressed for the first time for Francis:
Wow! The Post has become too long! I will continue soon with the next chapter 😊
Sweet kisses
Aura
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Yes.. progress steps to going with Francis as lovers...but Alma and blanca... from what I understand i see Francis going with blanca And you're stopping sex with him After that or before...Dan knows this girl meiche and Alma at the same time before you're married..i see progress steps with Francis to become lovers he was a shy And taking that time And you're told that ways.. what's happening in home in this time... wonderful comparison between Dan and Francis It's like between the physical stuff 😋 love And enjoy and i can say real love maybe Romantic... yes important steps and you're getting wonderful time with Francis and his friend.. And you're making like a supporter to him as a artist I'm talking about here the election painting... you're naked many times with him.. And you're love making with him more sexy games and kinks you're both enjoying together 😉 until you're becoming in thirties... And wonderful memories more experience with jose Manuel and his friends so tasty 😋😋 wonderful secrets and with Zoran too yummy 🤤🤤🤤🤤 you're meeting good men And playing more kinks with dirty..... delicious 🤤 pics bb
Hi Alfedo,
Yes, what a mess of a life was mine! And still is, though a bit less hectic nowadays 😘💋
@Mibelayze I agree 😊
🔥 🔥
Aura
Just amazing and what a title….pics ….as always just stunning…xx
And you as always so gentle with me
Kiss
Aura
So hot whew eee
Aura
WOW What a woman. You look great. You have such a fantastic body. You have such a beautiful smile that any man would want to see.
Thank you for the compliments!
Aura
Love to read your stories
They are so erotic
😘😘😘😘
Thank you Rob, I will keep sharing my experiences
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze 😘😘😘😘😘
Solouedo decir una cosa: genial,
Gracias guapo!
Un beso
Aura
Puedo testificar de primera mano que es cierto que has salido asi vestida a tomar copas por el centro de Bilbao al menos dos veces, porque el tio con el que habias quedado era yo 😄
En efecto, siempre has sido un delicioso puton pero aun lo fuiste mas a los 40, y me encantas.
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En efecto, estuvimos de copas por la zona de Mazarredo para que veas que me acuerdo. Nos encontramos con Olaso cerca de La Granja y te lo presenté no se si te acuerdas.
La verdad es con 40 me pasé de putón, fue esa época cuando lo de Gonzalo, ya sabes. La crisis de los 40 me dio fuerte, pero tuve más sexo y estuve con más tíos hasta que cuando trabajaba para Lalo en el Club
Lo pasamos bien juntos verdad?
Que recuerdos! que tiempos!
Un beso
Aura
@Mibelayze
Y seguimos pasándolo bien, eso espero
Si, me acuerdo de "Olaso el guapo", era tan guapo que casi me dieron ganas de follarmelo! pero no quería quitarte el plan
I can't wait to the rest of the story Aura
Hi Easyrider,
I hope to upload it to the Blog on Friday
I am glad you enjoy reading my adventures and experiences, and if you have questions or doubts, please ask me here in the comments and I will answer you with pleasure, even spoiling things I am going to tell in next Posts
Kiss
Aura
Being the "best" is always a proud moment to claim.
Your husband's understanding is something I could probably never possess, even though you've explained it a dozen times.
Great pics... That one curled up on the bed is my 'fav'. 💕🔥👍
Hi Paul,
My husband not only understands me, but he also likes it when I do. Since we met, I explained to him who I am, and he loved and still loves me this way. I know he's one in a million in this regard, but I was very lucky. If I hadn't met him, I don't think I would have married anyone else, because I will never give up being who I am. It's interesting how things were; Francis was much more jealous of me than my own husband, and he didn't like it when I was with other guys besides the two of them... and his friend Alex.
I will write two or three Posts about my husband, he is a very special man, not better than others but different from most.
Kiss
Aura