Hot Slutty Nudist Wife In Moldova by erectus123

Most of the town’s women were observant Muslims, and prostitutes, the usual soldier’s companions, were unavailable.”

“I tried to remedy his anxiety and reached out to take his bent ‘stiffy’ in hand, helping him enter my pussy. He was hardly there for more than a minute, my legs wrapping partially around his rear when he’d started making strange noises and disappointed me by cumming too quickly. Although his performance was brief, his expulsion of sperm was prodigious. As his prick softened and slipped out, I rolled onto my side and, with a wave of my hand, directed the other soldier’s medium-sized cock, jutting out of a sea of curly pubic hair visible in the light of his flashlight, into my asshole, lubed with the sperm that had flooded my pussy.”

“The second intruder worked slowly, savoring every thrust into my deep realm. I didn’t want to leave out the short bald man waiting patiently at my side, so I pulled his small dick toward my mouth, after which he became very dominant, holding my head in his hands forcibly and rocking his smelly dick back and forth, in and out as I obediently served as his face fuck.”

“I know these guys can’t bathe as often as they’d prefer, so I just sucked and paid no attention to the pissy sweaty taste. Baldy took his time, and finally, in the darkness of the tank’s interior, I could feel the contractions in his dick, announcing the arrival of a freight train of hot fresh cum. As he finished squirting his sperm into my mouth, he thrust his cock a little too hard and deep, so I touched my teeth to his dick, and he released his hold on my head.”

“One thing a girl hates is to have a guy try to take control when she’s sucking cock. After he pulled out, I opened my mouth to reveal his load before swallowing it. He smiled at that gesture. Fortunately, his cum was sweet and left a nicer taste in my mouth. The guy with his cock in my ass was still humping me. I began to think he would go on forever, and I became aware that the inside of the tank cabin was stuffy and beginning to smell from all our sweaty exertions. Hoping to hasten his performance, I reached down, squeezing his balls. That old trick did the job; he shouted in success and filled up my ass like it was an empty jam jar.”

“Did you also have sex with this enthusiastic guy,” I asked, pointing at one of the two men grinning at us.

“Oh yes,” said Brenda. Several men encountered me at the river’s edge a few days ago. The head guy took out his cock and waved it at me. Unable to resist a big wiener, I waved the soldier over to me and grabbed his dick. I gave him a partial blow job, but his cock was so thick I was having trouble sucking him off, so I reverted to the old hand job technique. When I felt he was about to cum, he pushed my hand away and hipshot his creamy load all over my tits. His partner was excited by our scene and took out his cock and rolled down his yellow foreskin. Seeing he wanted to participate, I spread my legs and wiggled a bit so he’d get the idea, and he shoved his burner into my cunt and came almost immediately; so yeah, hubby, I had sex with both of those enthusiasts.”

“Remember, Hamy, if you abandon your marital obligation to fill my cunt at night with your special cock, one or more guys will take your place during the day.”

“As long as they treat you respectfully, whatever you do is fine with me.”

We swam in the shallow part of the river for a while, and every soldier who passed stopped to admire Brenda’s big tits and curvy ass. It seemed as if everyone knew her intimately. One very tall cossack approached, paying no attention to me. He took out his shlong and waved it at my wife, a new form of sexual etiquette? Before I could stop, Brenda, who stood on the shallow river’s edge ran ten steps toward him. She knew the man and, with an open mouth, threw herself against his erection.

Although his cock was long, it was thin enough to allow her to deep-throat him. I could see the outline of his cock as it passed her lips and settled somewhere deep in her throat, where he humped her for a few minutes until he pulled out abruptly and ejaculated all over Breda’s face and tits, a raincloud of sperm from his extra-long horse cock. The blue-veined ‘colt’ squirted at least fifteen times, and then the soldier bent over to give Brenda a climactic cunt licking as she lay exhausted on her back in the sand. When he finished performing cunnilingus, the soldier stood at attention and saluted me, saying,

“Пизда твоей жены похожа на летнее солнце, пробивающееся сквозь облак (Your wife’s cunt is like the summer sun breaking through the clouds)

I guessed that was a Russian expression for sexual satisfaction.

I have often seen Brenda in the throes of passion, but her spontaneous reaction to that soldier’s large red dick made me feel like a cuckold. I prefer that she keep her affairs clandestine unless it is at a swinger’s club, but knowing she meant no harm, I tried not to take offense. Nonetheless, I’m sure the men of the village and military must have thought I was gay or weird. It was an uncomfortable situation. In the meantime, my wife was covered with another man’s cum, while I stood hopelessly watching.

Brenda always maintains that a sperm facial is the best skin treatment, and she left the cum blanket all over her face and breasts. After an hour at the riverside, the sperm had dried and contracted on her skin; she waded into the river and got most of the thick, dried cum plaster off her face and tits when a loud noise vibrated the nudist camp. A colossal airplane/helicopter with wings inverted hovered over the camp center, its sizable red star marking it as a Russian general’s airship. The soldiers seemed very excited, and we wondered why?

Since it was near dusk, we returned to our little camper. Brenda was not a lover of tents and went along with her preferences.

Monday morning, I set back to work. One of my student helpers found a new sinkhole with assorted bones, some were human, and others were mammalian, but until we got them to the expert at the Museum of Natural History in New York City, we would not know for sure. We were all very excited. I suspected the jaw bone was from an elderly Neanderthal as a few teeth still intact were well-worn.

We did not find the rest of the skull by the end of the day, even with our best efforts. If we were lucky enough to procure it, we would be able to determine if this was a human sacrifice or evidence of a cannibalistic cult that, several years ago, had been discovered at a site further south. There the long bones had been pierced, and the marrow sucked out, a sure sign of cannibalism. Our findings were to remain inconclusive.

Brenda was not the only one approached for sex; sexual activity seemed in the air. An attractive post-grad student, Anna, 24 years old, followed me into the tent we’d erected at the dig. We annotated all our findings on a large table, showing each artifact’s origin. Anna wanted to discuss getting into the doctoral program at my University. I said I would be pleased to help with her application, and she dropped to her knees, unbuckled my belt, and spun me, kissing my ass and rimming my ass hole.

“There is no need for this,” I turned to protest, but she used the opportunity to turn a rim job into a blow job, and she was so good I let her continue and did not complain.

One of the other female students, Roma, entered the tent at that moment, and as I quickly pulled out of the grad student’s mouth, I accidentally sprayed my hot sperm onto Roma’s mini skirt. She wiped off the cum nonchalantly with her palm and guzzled it down as if it was caviar. The sexual sophistication of these women amazes me. I apologized for my indiscretion, but Roma said knowingly,

“It is nothin’. This what you men do. If you get me to the USA, I let you fuck me all the time.”

I lost no time writing up recommendations for both students.

I did not get a chance to mention my sexual escapade with the student to Brenda. or our finds at the dig because when she returned to the camper that evening, she was too emotionally fraught and insisted she talks first.

“I think the reason for the activity at the camp is in preparation for the arrival of some big shot from the Kremlin,” said Brenda.

I made a joke out of her comment, saying,

“Does that mean you will be fucking the top tier?”

“What will be will be,” said the ‘B.’

“Did you have any action today?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, I gotta tell you this. I pulled off something I’d never done before; ‘pulled off’ is the right word.”

“So, who did my little girl fuck this afternoon?”

“You know that little guy who works in the restaurant,” said Brenda, “the one with the handlebar mustache looks like Sam Eliot, an old-time Texas Ranger, probably in his mid-fifties. The guy with the big belly.”

“Yes, what about him?”

“He had a growth of pubic hair like you would not believe and a 5-inch circumcised cock; he must have been a Muslim.”

“You saw his dick? Where? Did you fuck him?”

“Yeah, I saw it; no, I didn’t fuck him. Let me finish the story. He approached me when I was seated nude at a table, having my usual salad lunch. He asked to have sex with me. I guess he’d seen or heard that I was loose.’

“I don’t think so,” I teased.

“A while later, I went to use the bathroom, and while I was sitting on the toilet, the door to the stall opened; I must not have locked it, and this same guy came in and closed the door. I noticed he had unbuttoned his pants that dropped to his knees. So there we are, his stiff cock sticking out at me like an accusing finger, and I noticed he had a very long scrotum with two fat meatballs. His scrotum skin is so long that when I reach out, I can pull the skin of his ball sack over the head of his cock. I’m holding this skin over his cock head, then I open it and spit on his dick, and he starts humping himself.

All the time, I’m sitting on the john with my legs open, I finished pissing, and he’s staring at my cunt. My piss has a strong smell, but he reaches out to finger me. I slapped his hand away and amused myself playing with his dick surrounded by his ball sack. He keeps humping, and wam, he cums, and the sperm squirts out of the sides of the confining purse like an overstuffed burrito.”