My husband's best friend.Laura (2) Ivan Ivan is my

My husband's best friend. Laura (2) Ivan Ivan is my husband's best friend. They are both of the same age (49) and professional journalists. They met when they were in high school at same school and they became inseparable friends. They studied at the faculty of information sciences and graduated with the same class. When finished their degree, Jordi (my husband) found a job writing a cultural magazine of our city, while Iván went to work in a small radio station in a Castilian province that was owned by his family. The years passed and Jordi and Iván maintained their friendship. They wrote long letters (Iván's sheaf for a single year occupies two generous filing cabinets), because at that time, as close in time as it was distant in As for technological modes of communication, people wrote letters. They looked four or five times a year, generally in the no man's land of Madrid, where They coincided with the occasion of professional meetings between journalists. As soon as I met Jordi, I started hearing about Iván. Ivan here, Ivan here there; It seemed that Iván was always with us, so much so that sometimes, jokingly, when it was time to have a drink at home, we would prepare three glasses, the third for Iván, of course! (third was quickly devoured by Jordi in second instance, since it is a great predator of gin). Ivan did not attend our wedding, since at that time, already owner of the businesses relatives due to the successive death of his mother and father, he was immersed in negotiations to acquire a publishing house and it was impossible for him to attend to our wedding. But not more than three months had passed when Iván called on the phone saying he was in Barcelona. I was finally going to stop being a entity and acquire life! Jordi urged him to come to our house and, Indeed, before an hour had passed, the doorbell rang. My heart was beating. I was finally going to meet Ivan! The one at school and the love of the sea, of jerking off together at fourteen years old, of university and the profession, the great gin and tonic drinker and the intransigent single... We opened the door to our apartment and a one meter adonis appeared eighty, dark brown hair and green eyes that dripped with light. High and thin, almost wiry; pronounced nose and loaded on his back. He was wearing pants corduroy and houndstooth jacket and was carrying a beautiful travel bag with a raincoat over it. Jordi and Iván joined in a long hug and then very formally, the first one introduced me to his best friend. Ivan took my hand and led her to his lips to place a kiss on the back that I swear went through all my pores. We hugged each other. He pressed me against his chest and whispered in my ear that now It was time to meet Jordi's best friend. That hug lasted, well sure, a few seconds more than strictly necessary for an act formal; because it seemed so natural to me as if it were a sensation known. I felt supported and protected by Iván from the first moment I met him. I met. We learned that things were going well for Iván and that he had converted his businesses by getting rid of the radio stations and getting fully into the publishing world. He planned to organize the management of his companies from Barcelona and This meant that he would settle in our city for a year or two. Jordi jumped for joy, I was also very happy, because I knew what that they meant to each other and that they had lived in each other for many years. different places. To tell the truth, I was glad that Iván's physical beauty corresponded to the goodness of his feelings that Jordi attributed to him. From that day on our life became more dynamic. Jordi left the management of the publication where he worked at the time and joined the board of administration of Iván's company, who had confessed to us that his plans consisted of organizing business in Barcelona and that his hope was that Jordi and he will work together once and for all. On the other hand, when I had everything in operation had the intention of leaving the executive management to Jordi e Going to fulfill the dream of his life: taking a long, long trip around the world, in which I planned to invest for no less than two years and who knows if I would not find some lost paradise where he decided to end up forever or, at least, during long stays. As for me, Ivan was not something new in my life, since in one way or another another had always been with us. But it was like something that was completed, an idea that came to life, appearance and figure. Ivan was flesh and blood (and boy flesh and blood). I didn't fall in love with him, but I loved him from the first moment as if it were a loved one returning from a long absence. Suddenly we We turned it into three and the third drink that we sometimes served became a reality. Jordi gained new vitality and looked like a little boy who had been bought a gift of your dreams. It all started one Sunday when, like so many others, Ivan had come to eat with us. During those days both he and Jordi were in a very good mood because they had successfully completed a project in which they had been working for several months. Iván had called on the phone the day before to announce his visit and, whatever the reason, the fact is that Jordi and I had a super tasty fuck that Saturday night. I spent Sunday morning in the kitchen, preparing food. a day ago It was sunny in May and the light poured in through the window. She was dressed in a very short denim skirt and a very loose burgundy top, which she is excited about to my husband and below whom loves to rub my breasts. Ivan arrived shortly after noon, as always. He was very handsome, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. He hugged us The two of them, all smiling, gave me the bouquet. I was surprised, because despite the intimacy we had with him, he had never had a personal detail with me. In reality he didn't have to have it, since that he loved and respected me like his best friend's wife, but I think that in Deep down I was a little jealous, or secretly angry, because Iván I liked him very much and I had already had more than one wet desire thinking about him Therefore, when he offered me the flowers, I couldn't help but blush. He hugged me and He kissed both cheeks and forehead. I turned red like a tomato and felt that Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead and my hands were clammy. Jordi, next to us, said happily that "Iván made me beautiful" and I believe that at that moment he would have murdered him. We had an aperitif vermouth with gin, of course!   and they looked like two naughty children We went to the table and the meal was so pleasant that I remember that it seemed very short to me; and from dessert we move on to coffee and gin (did anyone doubt it?) with ice.   On the edge of my second glass, fourth of them, I asked Iván why he hadn't gotten married or, at least, didn't have a girlfriend. stable. He explained to me that he had once been on the verge of getting married, but Irene, who That was the name of his girlfriend, she died due to a rapidly resolving illness. He said that he would surely be able to love another woman, but that there was no way he could feel again the love that Irene had given him. For the rest, I used to He had girlfriends but he never dared to commit to one. stayed looking into my eyes and fell silent. He looked alternately at Jordi, who in turn He looked at me, smiled and nodded. Iván then said that since he lived in our city he felt that his family It was Jordi and I, and every time he noticed a woman he liked he felt a hidden feeling that he was cheating on me. That was becoming in a crazy cage, because the fact is that when Iván had hooked up a little time before with a girl, in a romance with almost only sexual purpose that did not It was over three weeks, so I had felt a burst of jealousy. Jordi intervened to add fuel to the fire saying that Iván and he had They always shared everything and currently even worked together. should have be the gin, or perhaps the peculiar climate in which the three of us were involved, or that it was something that was simply supposed to happen. The fact is that I turned to Jordi to ask him: "So can I kiss him?" My husband got up and took Iván and I by the hand so that we could also we would incorporate Standing like this, the three of us had our hands linked and Jordi, looking at Iván and me, said what the hell was wrong with us, couldn't we Did Ivan and I like it? He added that if it was like that, no one would say it, because of the blushes that The friend provoked me. Jordi let go of my hand and Iván's and told us that he would give us his blessing and that he was happy that the three of us totally got along. I hugged Iván and we gave each other a long, very long and wet kiss. I had a I shiver when I feel his hot tongue in my mouth, poking me. It was so tall that rather than being embraced, it seemed hanging from his neck. I kissed his forehead, his warm cheeks and neck. I inhaled her scent and licked her skin... I melted into her arms. Minutes later (everything was so fast that there are details that I didn't remember) fixed) I was in the center of our double bed, naked and with a man on each side, all under the sheets in I don't know what outburst of modesty initial collective. Jordi leaned on his side and turned towards us; He uncovered me to my waist and gently caressed my breasts. He covered my left tit with the palm of his hand and made a gesture to Iván indicating that he could do the same. Iván put his hand on my tit. Then my husband asked me if I was happy and I told him yes; and it was true. He removed his hand from me and told Iván that he was giving him his best friend and that he would give us I wanted them both. Then he kissed me on the forehead, got up and said that while we knew each other, he would prepare some drinks; and naked as he was he left the room. Iván opened the sheets and we were naked face to face. we kiss For a long time, he ran his hands over my back, so strong and so soft..., It briefly ran through my entire body, without stopping, in an exploratory advance; and I put my hand to his desired crotch and found a huge and upright I covered it with my hand and noticed that it was burning. I ran over his hairy chest and those backs so thin and so strong, and I began to move, without stopping kiss his divine body, and to go down with his tongue all over his torso, the nipples almost black and surrounded by curly hairs. And finally, finally I arrived to the object of my desire: the cock, the tail, the male cock for which they pine all my senses. I took hold of her and licked all her pores; I kissed, I sucked, I devoured until I put it all in my mouth. I sucked greedily, I squeezed his balls with my hand and went down towards them. Iván sighed and began to pant raggedly. He whispered that he loved me (Laura, my life) and he did not stop caressing me on the neck, my weak point. At that moment I wanted everything for myself and only me, so I asked him to to run, to let me meet and eat his semen, to not worry because I I would take care of putting him in position whenever he wanted, but please let me know. give your milk. He closed his eyes and I alternated blowjobs and licks that covered from the vicinity of his ass to the tip of his cock. When I heard that I said nowaaa!, I accelerated the thrusts and secured the tip of the cock firmly in my mouth, almost crushing my throat. I didn't want to lose a single drop of that wonder that his wonderful balls spilled inside me. I waited for His spasms ended and I gently separated myself from that palo santo; and then I savored and slowly swallowed that product of my lover's being that It would become part of me forever. At that moment I realized that my husband was in the doorway, with a gin and tonic in each hand and his perfectly erect cock pointing towards above. That vision made me laugh and I laughed. Jordi advanced, gave us a He drank the other to me and Ivan and sat on the edge of the bed. I took a drink and I said that I had just given Iván a blowjob and I had swallowed his cum. Jordi He caressed my head and kissed me on the lips. He asked me if I liked it and I told him yes; He wanted to know if I was happy and I also affirmed. But I was bustling still burning and I took my husband's hand and led it to my pussy, which The evidence of my desire burned and oozed. I said, come, my darling, and he got on his knees and straddled me. I added She wanted to mix her milk in my bowels and I began to suck her hard. Before Jordi unloaded in my mouth and his semen ran down my body until merge with that of his friend, I noticed that he was looking at us and caressing his tail, gently from top to bottom and from bottom to top. He was almost back to his apogee. At this point I was beside myself, I had just given pleasure to both of my loved ones, but I was burning and I felt the exaggerated heartbeats of my heart. I put my hand to my pussy and started masturbating. I closed my eyes and dreamed in what I was doing, because I felt so good that I thought it couldn't be TRUE. I heard Ivan's voice telling me, "Don't worry, my girl, I'm here for you, before feeling how he moved and placed himself between my legs. He penetrated my privacy and fucked me with confidence. I couldn't take it anymore and I ran, I I ran, I ran... Iván hugged me, still attached to me, and filled my face with kisses. face. He told me "I love you" and came out of my pussy. But I wanted more, not yet I was satisfied and I still had a lot to give. I pointed out that there had not been run and that if he wanted to do it, he had my little ass for him. I got on all fours and Iván fucked me in the ass. My husband masturbated frantically and said quietly "call her a whore, she likes it" while the thick his friend's cock drilled me (it was really big and fatter than my husband). I screamed and even though I'm not spectacularly loud in sex, I screamed a lot, but not precisely pain. Iván, after fucking me hard for a while a long time in which he did not stop saying obscenities, he came in my anus; and simultaneously I exploded into a sensational orgasm that made me go crazy. goose bumps and contracted nipples. When Iván left me, Jordi quickly and eagerly took his place to, Seconds later, he once again joined the expression of his pleasure with that of Iván. Me I felt happy, simply happy. And of course, that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. A kiss, Laura (laujor1958@hotmail.com)