Book of Filthy Love E-Book

Laetitia Guivarché

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

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Beschreibung

My name is Marie, I am 32 years old and have been married to my great love Thorsten for 5 years. Thorsten is 35 years old. We have known each other for ten years. Our happiness made perfect the birth of our little daughter three years ago. I am about 1.70 tall, have shoulder-length dark hair and like my husband finds a cute face. I am especially proud of my well-formed breasts and long legs, which I also like to show. My husband and I both like nice lingerie, even if it is not always cheap. But we do not feel bad. Before I was born I worked for a real estate agent, who hired me again part-time even after 2 years of maternity leave. My husband is a partner in an architecture office. We own a nice big apartment on the top floor of a house built by my husband. We are both incredibly happy. In bed things are going well. So I can't complain. Thorsten and I, we just can't keep our hands off each other. Our daily routine is like this, in the morning before I go to the office, take the little one to kindergarten. I usually pick her up at noon. If I don't make it, I have a dear neighbour, Beate, who takes her with me. Beate has a ten-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son who also goes to kindergarten. In the afternoons I'm there for my little one. In the evenings Thorsten often has to work longer hours, so he usually comes home broken. But still in time to say good night to Anni - our daughter. Afterwards we often lie on the sofa and watch TV. Often we get ourselves in the mood and then disappear into the bedroom for hot games. The only thing I sometimes miss is going away - this rarely happens together. Sometimes I go out with my best friend Birgit - Biggi for short. I love dancing and often we end up in a club in the city after a nice dinner.

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

But now to my real person. My name is Laetitia Guivarché. I was born in 1988 as the daughter of a Frenchman and a German mother. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I do not adhere to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Laetitia

Book of Filthy Love

My name is Marie, I am 32 years old and have been married to my great love Thorsten for 5 years. Thorsten is 35 years old. We have known each other for ten years. Our happiness made perfect the birth of our little daughter three years ago. I am about 1.70 tall, have shoulder-length dark hair and like my husband finds a cute face. I am especially proud of my well-formed breasts and long legs, which I also like to show. My husband and I both like nice lingerie, even if it is not always cheap. But we do not feel bad. Before I was born I worked for a real estate agent, who hired me again part-time even after 2 years of maternity leave. My husband is a partner in an architecture office. We own a nice big apartment on the top floor of a house built by my husband.

We are both incredibly happy. In bed things are going well. So I can't complain. Thorsten and I, we just can't keep our hands off each other.

Our daily routine is like this, in the morning before I go to the office, take the little one to kindergarten. I usually pick her up at noon. If I don't make it, I have a dear neighbour, Beate, who takes her with me. Beate has a ten-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son who also goes to kindergarten. In the afternoons I'm there for my little one. In the evenings Thorsten often has to work longer hours, so he usually comes home broken. But still in time to say good night to Anni - our daughter. Afterwards we often lie on the sofa and watch TV. Often we get ourselves in the mood and then disappear into the bedroom for hot games.

The only thing I sometimes miss is going away - this rarely happens together. Sometimes I go out with my best friend Birgit - Biggi for short. I love dancing and often we end up in a club in the city after a nice dinner.

I haven't been out for a long time and so I was all the more pleased to get Biggi's call and her question whether we wouldn't like to go out again on Thursday. Immediately I called Thorsten and he encouraged me to accept Biggi's suggestion. Biggi suggested to first eat something and then go to a new club. She said that the club was a bit more noble and we would certainly like it very much at our age. I couldn't wait until Thursday.

Finally it was time, Thursday. In the afternoon I was already thinking about what I should wear. After all, the club was a bit more elegant. So I started to turn my wardrobe upside down and spread out different possibilities on the bed. It was everything from conservative to super sexy. I decided for the golden mean, according to my understanding. I looked at the clock and realized that it was time to get ready, after all Biggi was going to pick me up at half past six.

So quickly into the shower. I thought to myself that it wouldn't hurt to shave my legs and my pussy again. So I put on the blade and started to shave in the shower. I attached particular importance to my little pleasure grotto. Carefully I shaved myself until only a small strip in the middle was left. Teasingly I thought to myself, as it points to my treasure. Anyway, don't think long, but make up quickly and get into your clothes.

Since I am blessed by nature, I need little make-up to show myself to advantage. A little bit around the eyes and then the red lipstick for the mouth - perfect, I looked to bite. A last, examining look in the mirror - I could have fallen in love with myself, just a great body.

Then I went into the bedroom to get dressed. Anni sat on the floor and played with my string, which I had already put out. Reluctantly she gave it to me and I put it on. A great feeling on this clean-shaven pussy. That excited me a bit, but I had no time to worry. On to the next piece of clothing. I sat down on the edge of the bed and began to put on my black, stockings slowly. First left, then right. Then I stood up and pulled them up nice and smooth. In the mirror I could look at myself from the side. "No wonder Thorsten immediately gets a hard-on at the sight," I thought to myself.

So, now quickly the bra from black lace and then the top with the thin straps. Now I got into my grey skirt and pulled it up. Then the zipper closed and turned into the right position. "Wow, it fits good" I noticed. It covered half of my thighs and snuggled up nicely against my bottom. I checked what happens when I sit down and found that everything is fine. No one will be able to see the edges of my stockings. At that moment Thorsten came in the door and looked at me with his mouth open.

He said: "Holla, what's wrong with you? When I look at you like this I feel different." And he walked up to me and kissed me. His hand moved down and began to caress my thigh. He gently pushed his skirt up until he felt the edge of my stockings with a broad grin. Although I would have loved to give in to his touch, I gently pushed his hand away and told him that he would have to wait until later. Then I went into the hallway not without noticing that my husband had a neat dent in his pants.

"Wow," I thought, "did I cause that?!" The doorbell rang and Biggi was at the door. Thorsten opened and greeted her. I also greeted her with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Biggi looked hot. She wore a light blouse through which you could clearly see her bra. In addition she wore a white, knee-length skirt, which showed off her great legs. Her feet I stuck high heels pumps. I decided to wear my black boots and to prevent the cold, it was November, for a blazer and a coat.

And off we went. I said goodbye to both of them quickly and we were already sitting in Biggi's car. We drove to our favourite Italian in the city. At dinner we talked in a tour, because we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Biggi is single, but washed with all water. She drags the guys around in rows. Sometimes I envy her a bit,

But when I think of Thorsten and Anni again, then it's already over. Nevertheless, Biggi could flirt with every man she liked and maybe a little bit more. Well, as I said, we were engrossed in our conversation and so we didn't even notice how the men present kept turning their heads after us.

Only when I went to the toilet. When I came back Biggi pointed to a table with four men and said that one of them almost fell off his chair when I passed them. I started laughing and with a gesture of my hand, I stopped their remark. But secretly it did me good to hear that. I'm well aware of my effect on men, but that evening I thought to myself, I must be careful, otherwise...

After we paid, we went to the club. We parked the car in the parking lot. I was a little queasy because the lighting here was not up to scratch. Anyway... I took off my blazer, so I didn't have to leave it at the cloakroom as well. Put the coat back on and off I went.

The club was already well filled. We handed in our coats at the cloakroom and went in. I liked the music and I immediately started to sway my hips to the beat of the music. First we went to the bar and ordered two cocktails. For a long time our appearance did not seem to remain undiscovered, as after only a few minutes two guys came to the bar and stood close to us, although there was actually enough space. Biggi could see them well and whispered into my ear that she would probably like one of them. "I won't push him off the edge of the bed" she whispered.

Curious, I turned around and saw how he patterned me from top to bottom. I didn't know how I should react with so much audacity. I think I blushed and turned to Biggi again. I said, "He, he just stared at me straight down, as if I were a piece of cattle at the market. You can have him." That was the starting signal for Biggi. She walked up to them and asked them to dance. Both nodded and Biggi immediately grabbed the object of their desire and went onto the dance floor.

That left me with the other of the two. The guy seemed a bit shy, but then took all his courage and introduced himself to me: "Hi, I'm Jörg. And you?" "My name's Marie. Shall we join you?" I asked with a nod of my head towards the dance floor. "Sure," he said and we crowded onto the dance floor with the others. As I said, I liked the music and I love to dance. So I started to move.

My partner apparently didn't know what to do first, to concentrate on his movements or to admire mine. I caught him staring at me with his mouth slightly open. At the same time, his gaze stuck to my cleavage. I enjoyed his looks and tried to make my movements even more provocative.

Biggi was on cloud nine. She made her partner beastly hot with hot dance movements. That he did not drool was all. After a few songs I looked for Biggi and saw her nowhere. So I went back to the bar with Jörg. No sign of Biggi here either. So I started talking to Jörg. I found out that his buddy's name is Martin and they both study here in town. Jörg is 27 and Martin is 25 years old, which upset me a bit.

I wouldn't have thought that young. After another cocktail I excused myself to go to the toilet. On the way there, two girls came towards me, chatting giggling. "He's really giving her a hard time. The way they moan, it's really getting to the point," one said to the other. I thought, even that, now there are two of them screwing in the toilet, when I have to go so urgently. Well, so what, I was young once. So in and out again quickly. I opened the door and immediately heard what they meant. In one of the cabins there was a lot of action.

"Yes, push your horny cock very deep into it! ... Oh, God, I've never felt such a big one before!", the woman moaned, apparently about to forget herself. The man was just panting and because it was getting stronger and stronger I thought they were about to forget themselves. Too bad I had to go really urgently, so I went into a cabin, up my skirt, down my panties and off I went.

Quickly wipe off the panties and then let's go. At that moment he moaned: "Oh, man .... Biggi ... you have ... the hottest hole ... I've ever ... fucked!!" "Aaaaaaaaah, Martin, ... such a fuck ... I have ... never ... never ... had ... Come on, ... spritz ... ... fill me up!!" I couldn't believe my ears, the two fuckers were Biggi and Martin. I didn't know how to act. Somehow the whole thing got me hot. Now that I knew who was fucking who. I knew Biggi and knew what she looked like, but apparently Martin wasn't from bad parents either. I felt a twitch in my pussy. When I pulled my panties up again, I couldn't help but touch my labia with my finger. Whoops, were they wet, but I had just wiped myself. A violent rumbling and grunting tore me out of my thoughts.

Biggi hit the cabin wall with her hand and screamed her orgasm. Martin also seemed to be unable to hold himself and came powerfully. I remained sitting like rooted, my hand still on my pussy. Before they were finally finished, my brain turned on again and I pulled down my skirt, washed my hands and left the toilet. In my thoughts I went back to Jörg at the bar. He wondered a bit where I had been for so long. "Women's room, including the snake," I replied. I couldn't get what I had just experienced out of my head. Suddenly someone poked me from behind. I turned on my chair and stared at Martin's broad chest. Martin was one head taller than me. He had short, black hair.

He was wearing an elegant sweater and jeans. For the first time I picked up his scent. He smelled manly. "Well," he said, "what have we here?" I felt caught. I had stared at his chest for too long. Too long for a married woman. I started to stammer, "Ma - Marie, I am." Oh, God, how embarrassing. "Marie, beautiful. I'm Martin, Jörg's mate. Tell me, have you seen Biggi?" he asked hypocritically.

"Sure, she's totally fucked in the bathroom, you horny stud." I wanted to say, but it just brought up a no. "I have to smoke," said Martin. "Would you like one, Marie?" "No, I don't smoke," I said, after my composure had recovered to some extent. "But don't feel obliged." And I turned away from him again. It was only now that I realized what I really wanted to avoid. The slide on the bar stool had caused my little skirt to slip up and revealed the beginning of my stockings. This did not seem to have escaped Martin's notice, because he grinned at me knowingly.

"OK, are you still coming?" Martin asked. "Why? Where to?" I replied. "Well, outside. There's no smoking here." Oh, right, I remembered, we've had a smoking ban since summer. Lost in thought, I agreed. There was still no sign of Biggi. Then I saw her on the dance floor as I was leaving. On the way out, I took my coat from the dressing room. Suddenly I remembered Jörg, who I just left standing there. I wanted to go back and apologize, but Martin pulled me outside.

To be honest, it wasn't uncomfortable for me to get some fresh air for a short time with all that had just happened. I couldn't get the noises they were making out of my head. "Oh, God, I've never felt anything that big!" it came from my subconscious. When I stepped out in the cold, I felt that twitch in my pussy again. I think it was the moisture between my thighs.

We walked along the path and moved further away from the entrance. Martin started to talk about what he was doing. He's studying real estate. "Hey," I said, "that figures. I did that too, and now I work here at a real estate agency." "Really," Martin replied, "are you looking for an intern?" "I don't know, but you can ask. Here is my card," I reached into my coat pockets and took out a business card. I told Martin that I still remember the student days and how hard it was back then, with the internships and all.

We started talking and I didn't even notice that we were now standing on the parking lot. We were standing in a rather dark corner. Only dim light. Suddenly Martin took a step towards me and kissed me on the mouth. Very briefly, but surely. I was perplexed. Before I knew it, he pulled me towards him and kissed me again. I didn't know what was happening to me. As if in a trance, I opened my lips and received his hot tongue. "Oh God, you make me so horny. I wanted you as soon as you walked in the door!" he breathed to me. Then he started kissing my neck. His right hand reached down, went under my coat and lay on my left buttock. Tenderly, he put pressure on me. I couldn't help it, a sigh escaped me. That was the starting shot.

Martin turned me around, pushed my coat aside and pressed himself against me from behind. I felt his cock in my back. "Man, he's big," I thought to myself. He grabbed my breasts from behind and started twirling my nipples. "Oh, this is great!" I moaned. "Well, watch this" said Martin and I felt him pushing me forward on the hood of the car in front of us. Very slowly his hand moved down from my bottom to my leg until he grabbed the hem of my skirt. Slowly he stroked up my leg again and pushed the skirt up.

"Oh God," I thought, "what is happening here? I am married. I have to stop this immediately. But at that moment Martin had reached my naked thighs and pushed his pelvis towards me out of lust. I felt his rock hard cock again and moaned softly "Yes, .... that's what you wanted. ... Take me at last, ... or I'll explode!" Then Martin reached higher and pulled my thong to the side. I heard the sound of his trousers opening. Suddenly I felt something warm against my thigh. It slowly moved higher and soon touched my buttocks. Then I heard Martin say "Say it, ... say you want to be fucked!" "Oh, yeah... fuck me... You horny pig!"

He didn't let me tell him twice and with a single jerk, he stuck his lance into my soaking wet cunt. I yelled out, "Stop, this thing is too big!" But he knew no mercy. He struck again and I was impaled by him. I've never been so full. He seemed to notice and gave me time to get used to the monster. When I started to stick my butt out, he wheezed, "You tight little sow... "I knew it... "Nothing's too big for you. Now I'm going to fuck you so you can see the stars." Immediately, he pulled out his cock and pushed it back in me with enormous force.

God, I first came on this monster cock. I screamed and he gently covered my mouth. I came and I came. I've never come that fast before, and certainly not that hard. My body was twitching e#and my vagina was massaging his rod. I felt like a slut, but I wanted nothing more than to be staked by that horny cock. I was just pussy!! It was horny. I enjoyed every thrust and he was good, oh no, he was the best. He totally filled me up and I don't know how many times I came. My juice ran down my legs and into my boots.

Thank God, he had pushed the coat and skirt aside, otherwise there would be huge stains on them now. After he had already sent me to cloud nine several times with violent blows, he gasped: "Marie, you horny bitch ... I am ready... I'm going to fill you up." "Yes, yes, yes," I shouted, "Fill me up... It's crazy how you... can still do that... after you... the Biggi already..." I didn't get any further, then he stiffened up and shot one load after the other into my cunt. I was close to unconsciousness.

I had never experienced anything like it. It wasn't going to stop. I think I heard it suddenly come out of me, I was full. I felt its cum running down my legs. On my stockings and in my boots. It was so horny. I felt like a woman.

He came down slowly. I massaged his cock with my vaginal muscles. He moaned slightly. "Let's not waste it", I breathed with a satisfied smile on my lips. He came closer and we kissed passionately. I thought I could feel that he was getting hard again. He pulled his cock out of me with a plop and said: "I could have you again! I want to lick your legs and suck the juice out of you.

I replied: "Let me stay where he is now, he belongs and I have a nice memory." With this I straightened my panties. I realized how much sperm I was dripping. I asked Martin for a handkerchief. He took one, knelt in front of me and started to clean my legs and my pussy. I almost jumped on him. Luckily several guests came to the parking lot at that moment and we had to leave each other alone. I straightened my clothes and we went back to the club.

I looked for Biggi and we decided to go home. When we said goodbye to Martin and Jörg, Martin stroked my pubic mound unnoticed. Immediately I felt a mad desire for his cock again. I moaned softly, which Martin probably noticed, he squeezed it slightly once more and then let go. Biggi and I went to the parking lot, got into the car and drove home. On the way Biggi told me about her toilet fuck. I just sat stealthily in the passenger seat, felt Martin's sperm deep inside of me with every shudder and kept silent with a smile on my lips.

Back home, I felt guilty. What if Thorsten sees me like this? He was so keen on me earlier when I was getting dressed. What if he's still awake and waiting to screw me? What should I tell him? My fears were unfounded. Thorsten was fast asleep. I went to the bathroom and started to undress. I took a good look at my skirt. No traces.

But my stockings and my little black dress ... Man, it was like a whole company had come. Still horny, I smelled it and instinctively grabbed my pussy. It was a bit swollen, but I was still getting the juice flowing out of me. I controlled myself, even if I wanted to stick my fingers in my hole. But well, it was beautiful but also over. I went into the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly.

Afterwards I put on my nightgown, no panties and slipped into bed with Thorsten. In the middle of the night I woke up from my cell phone beeping. I picked up the phone and saw that I had received a text message. Who's writing to me at this time of night? I read: "Hi Marie, I can't think of anything else but your horny little cunt. I'm lying here in bed itching my Klaus. "I really want to see your body. And above all I want to check if today's fitting worked. Your Dagger"

Shit, how did Martin get my number, and then I remembered, I had given him my business card. Well, I thought it wouldn't hurt to have a beau. Luckily it takes two. I put the phone aside and snuggled up to Thorsten. Happily I fell asleep.

The next morning Thorsten kissed me tenderly and woke me up. He said: "Well, my beauty, I guess it was late yesterday. It doesn't matter as long as you had fun." "If he knew" I thought to myself and immediately felt a tingling between my thighs. "Yes," I said, "it was a great evening. What time is it anyway?" "Leave it, Marie. Get ready in peace. I'll go and take Anni to kindergarten." I smiled at him, gave him a long goodbye kiss and off he went.

Slowly I got out of bed and trotted into the bathroom. I jumped into the shower, put on make-up, did my hair and went into the bedroom to get dressed. That's when I remembered the text message from Martin. It was clear to me that I would never see him again and there would be no repeat. Still I felt a certain horniness inside me. But anyway, I love my husband and I'm not gonna jeopardise that. For this day at the office I chose a somewhat conservative business costume consisting of a light blouse, dark blue knee-length skirt and matching blazer.

For underneath I chose a sinful beige station wagon. Lace bra and tight thong. In addition, I quickly pulled two skin-coloured stockings over my legs and off they went. In the hallway, I climbed into my black boots without thinking about it. Immediately I noticed that they were still wet and sticky from my and Martin's juices. I wanted to pull my foot out again, but then I thought how cool it would be, sitting in the office all morning with our love juices on my feet all the time. So put the second one on and go.

On the drive to the office I couldn't help it. With the thought of last night and the love juices in my boots, I just had to touch my pleasure grotto and my little pearl with my hand. So I pushed my hand under my skirt and immediately felt the warmth of my lap. Behind me it honked and I pulled my hand back in shock.

That's a bummer, I thought. Now what? At the next traffic light, I picked up my cell phone. I thought for a moment, smiled slyly and wrote the following SMS: "Hello, you horny stud. I can't think of anything else. I still feel your cum inside me. If you feel like it, we can repeat this once again... Your little tight mouse"

Yesterday evening I met Martin in a club and he really fucked me in the parking lot.

This morning then I swore to myself at the sight of my husband and my little daughter that there will definitely be no second meeting. But when I pushed my stockinged feet into my still from Martin's sperm and my pussy juices wet boots, I reconsidered my decision. Finally I wrote an unmistakable SMS on the way to Martin's office. I was horny for this man and his huge cock.