1. Island Lust


    Date: 10/22/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: altaff143, Source: xHamster

    My sex life had been a disaster. Feroz, my husband had aged but even with he was a vigorous young man, he never really fucked me as I wished. Whenever, he would fuck me, it would him pushing his 6 inch circumcised cock in me, without any prior foreplay, kissing or hugging. I was a just hole for him. Every night, alone on my bed, I fingered myself to orgasm, each night fantasizing a new lover or lovers trashing me, treating like a whore and making me cum. My favourite fantasy was about my son’s best friends who often came to our place. Each night, I would dream of him alone or with some other chaps taking me in all possible postures in unusual places. But my favourite fantasy remained the one with the young Navin pushing his throbbing venous young hard prick up into my tight anal orifice while the two other unknown young studs kneaded my firm tits roughly with their large hands, pinching and twisting my hypersensitive nipples while I took their rock hard young cocks in turns and suck them as they had never been sucked before. Last year, for the occasion of our 27th Wedding anniversary, we bought ourselves our air tickets to India with a weeks stop-over in Seychelles. The island was simply enchanting, no rush. no v******e and above no work. We booked in a newly built hotel in Praslin, some 40 km from the mainland. I could never have imagined that my life was about to change That afternoon, we looked for a local tour guide to show us the place, we ended up in the office of an ...
    elderly local man who only managed broken English; with we made our plans for the week. It was decided between us that we could go for separate activities so to make the most of our short stay. Feroz arranged for his fishing trips and snorkelling. I was more interested with the people and the inland features of that place. We were then introduced to our guides. Richard, a retired fisherman, who apparently knew the place like his pocket was to be Feroz’ guide and George, a coloured guy of about 18 year old who was on school holiday was to be my chaperon. From there on, we set off separately. George who was about the same height as me kept very quiet and was observant, he would talk when he had to or when I asked him questions. I decided to talk the long forest walk for the day and to then spend time at the beach in the evening. We went back to the hotel, I changed from my traditional “Chooridar” (traditional Indian dress) into shorts and a sleeveless thin cotton blouse with buttons starting exactly at the edge of the cup of my bras, hence I had a very deep plunging neckline in V displaying my ample breast’s cleavage. We set off trekking and that island was magic; green lush forest, chirping birds indeed a truly romantic place. The warm air blowing and the exercise was causing me to sweat, my blouse was clung to my body and ¾ of my ample breast and glimpse of areoles could seen perking out of the lacy red ballonet brassiere. I noticed now that George was giving the attention of a ...
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