Wife and I go on vacation
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Wife and I go on vacationJust arrived in Prague for a a week of eating, drinking and site seeing. Our hotel is charming and nestled in the old city. Tired from travel we drop our bags, shower together, and after a relaxing fuck doze off in the comfort of our featherbed. We wake to a bell tower and the sounds of a rocking city friday night. Revelers in the streets. The high pitched buzz of motorbikes. The odd car horn. My wife suggests going clubbing as we are unlikely to get back to sleep after our serious power nap. She is full of energy as she springs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to put herself together. She roots around in the luggage as I lie in bed still half dreaming. When she emerges from the bathroom, I gasp at her body, lit from just that certain illegal bahis siteleri angle by the bath light. She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against her lithe body. Her blonde hair pulled tight into a bun. Tall black boots with heals which make my cock ache for another go. “OK sleepy head! Get yourself ready…and make it…hot!” I guess that answered that question. I brush my teeth, comb my short hair with a little moisturizer she left on the sink, and shave, taking the time to neaten up down below before grabbing my Levis and a crisp white oxford. I grab my loafers hurriedly, for fear this highly motivated club hound would ditch me for someone more lively, and barely grasping her fingers in mine, follow her out the door. The street youwin giriş life felt exhilarating. Prague is packed with attractive young people. Street food smells waft deliciously through the cool night air. My wife, almost skipping, pulls me along like an excited girl released from her parents’ bonds.A dark side street woos us with party sounds and more crowds of stylish young people. The perfume of a passing goddess adds energy to my steps. A velvet rope holds back a crowd of anxious patrons, but not my wife. She is not familiar with waiting to enter a club, and tonight is no exception. I notice a few irritated expressions, but also some of jealous admiration. Her raw nerve and beauty seem to move naturally past those barriers as if they canlı bahis were meant only for mortals. She always made me feel “A-List” though in my heart I knew I was just along for the ride.Music and sultry Black Tobacco smoke fill the air as we descend ancient stairs into a true Keller club. Stone walls and arches amplify the pounding beat of the music letting it grab our bodies from the inside and pull us into the rave like mood. Neon colored drinks on trays whirl about the place, some appear to smoke like witches brews. A leather clad beauty with raven hair steps out of nowhere and kisses my wife open mouthed before disappearing as quickly as she appeared. My wife turns and does the same to me and I taste the two melting tabs of X on her tongue. We each swallow hard and with a passionate deep kiss wash them down with shared hot saliva. Our eyes lock and from a tray which appears like magic, we each down, arms hooked, a strong green tube of absinthe, and charge wildly towards the throbbing flesh of the dance floor.
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