The unforgettable experience My desire for her had never ceased. She was so sweat and soft. I wanted her the minute I saw but I was married and she was married too, besides, she was my colleague at work. I had set my mind on her. I could not help it. I tried to explain that one should not give up certain opportunities and that moral questions can be resolved especially as both of us were married. I wanted to be fair to my wife too. Every time I met with her, I tried to insinuate how much I wanted her. We talked about swinging in general.
She thought that this was hilarious especially as her husband was conservative and an observing Moslem who fast Ramadan and had strong feelings for Islam.
I respected that but I also realised it was an impediment. His wife, Kamilia, was so gorgeous. I was obsessed by her beauty. I got excited every time she entered my office. I insinuated many times but she kept silent or she would thank me for finding her so sexy and pretty.
With time, her husband and I became friends. We visited each other and had great dinners together.
This has made it more difficult especially as Kamilia?s husband has become a friend now and I had to work out the moral questions of betrayal and breech of confidence. He trusted me fully adding more to my burdens.
Meanwhile, my lust for her had never ceased but luck and destiny finally brought us together. We were sent on a mission by our boss to Switzerland to attend a Human Rights Conference. In the beginning, my wife was against me going because, I thought, that she felt I was up to something with Kamilia. I convinced her that she was only a friend and that she did not need to worry. I could not wait to get on the plane with her. My time had come. We left for Switzerland. Kamilia had totally changed her attitude.
She became more graceful and prettier.
During the first two days, we attended the seminar session and we spent the rest of the evening together wandering around.
On the third night, I told her that I would treat her to dinner. We met in the lobby. Wow?she was ever so pretty. She had a tight dress.
I could not help watching her bottom as the lines of her flesh were pushing towards the tight cloth. Oh, if only I could touch her. I had a hard on but I thought it was wise to wait.
At the restaurant, Kamilia was eloquent. It was the first time that I could identify with her voluble heart. This time she was insinuating. She told me that she loved her husband and that sex was great but she wanted more.
I got frustrated because she excluded me from her choices.
She talked about other people that she fancied but that gave me enough reason to explore the possibilities. We drank a bottle of exotic French wine.
I felt my pulse beating faster. I could not help telling her that I fancied her.
She went silent. I did not like that.
We went back to the Hotel.
She bid me a good night sleep. I was not convinced. My room was next to hers on the right. I took a shower and waited for something to happen. Already half an hour had elapsed but nothing happened. I had to do something. I knocked on the side of her room?s wall and waited.
I heard a response of her knock.
There was no time to spare. I just opened my room and knocked on her door.
She opened with an inviting smile on her face. I took her in my arms.
She could feel my hard manhood. She touched me. I could not believe it. I undressed slowly and sucked her teasing softness. She moaned with pleasure.
I took out my manhood. I saw the illuminating expressions of her face. She knelt and kissed it. I wanted more?..she sucked me hard. I inserted my figures into her softness and made her come.
I lifted her to the bed and sucked her tits. Then we changed positions. She sat on me and moved her bottom moaning in ecstasy. I pumped into her until I came. It was great. The dream had come true. In the morning, we played again and we spent the whole day in bed. I will never forget the pleasure I had in Geneva. When we came back, everything went to normal. It is sad but at least we enjoyed ourselves for a lifetime.
I hope we leave again on another trip. |