Bernhard had moved in with me in the meantime. He enjoyed his early retirement and I enjoyed not having to sleep alone at night anymore. He had set up a computer workstation in his living room where he digitized his many analog photos or indulged in his hobby of family research. Since he was not only visiting me, he unfortunately no longer walked around naked in the apartment. Unfortunately, our love life had also become a little bit of a daily routine.

After work I had met my daughter in the city. She wanted to go shopping with me and needed someone to pay for her shopping. On the way home I thought about how I could lure Bernhard away from the computer. He spent more time with him than with me. When I played my mind games, my stomach tickles and my steps become faster.

When I finally arrived home, I took off my shoes and jacket in the hallway and peeked around the corner into the living room, where Bernhard was sitting at his desk as usual, absorbed in his work. I said, “Hello”, went into the bedroom, undressed, went into the kitchen and called into the living room: “Would you like some coffee? – Only when asked did I hear a hesitant, “Yes.”

Shirtless, I brought the coffee into the living room, put his cup on the desk and mine on the coffee table. Before I sat down on the couch, I went to Bernhard, stood behind his office chair and pulled the T-shirt over his head. Only in this moment he interrupted his work without paying any further attention to me. I drank my coffee while he sipped his cup from time to time.

I brought my empty cup into the kitchen and, as I passed by, said, “I’ll be in the shower,” and heard a quiet, “Mmm. This time I not only left the bathroom door ajar, but left it wide open and showered longer than usual, but Bernhard couldn’t follow. As if I had to caress my hard nipples myself.

Wrapped in a bath towel I went into the living room, took his meanwhile empty cup and asked if he liked a beer. He nodded his head wordlessly. In the kitchen I poured wheat beer into the glass. When I put the beer on the desk, the bath towel slipped down by chance. Bernhard turned his chair towards me, thanked me, bent down for the bath towel, stood up, kissed my bosom and wrapped me in the towel again. In his boxer shorts I saw a bump. I didn’t know whether Bernhard had only thanked me for the beer or also for the sight I offered him. In any case, the little guy had noticed me in his pants.

In the bedroom I had already prepared a black negligee that ended just above my vulva. I put it on, picked out a long scarf from my winter clothes and took a red silk scarf from the hall closet. I was about to go into the living room and looked at myself in the big mirror in the hallway. My labia were swollen, well supplied with blood and slightly open. My lust could not be overlooked. So I did not want to face the object of my desire. I went into the bedroom once more and put on panties. Only then did I go into the living room, put my scarf and cloth over the back of a chair, stood next to Bernhard and asked if I could drink some of his beer. Without looking up he said yes. I remembered the story of the couple, in which they danced around in front of their husband in a short black negligee just like me. When she asked him, “Don’t you notice anything?” He replied, “Is something wrong with nuts?”

I stood behind Bernhard’s chair and began massaging his shoulders, and elicited at least a few melodious sounds from him while he was still working on the computer keyboard. Then I reached for the silk scarf, blindfolded him and whispered into his ear: “You don’t need them now, they can’t see me anyway. He wanted to contradict me, but I covered his mouth.

I took his hands, crossed them at the back of his neck, knotted the scarf at one wrist, wrapped it loosely around his neck a few times before I tied it at the other wrist as well. So he had to keep his hands in his neck, otherwise the scarf would have choked him. Then I pulled the chair a little away from the desk and kneeled down in front of him between the chair and the table, grasping the waistband of his underpants. He willingly lifted his buttocks, but the trousers hooked on his erect member before I could slip them down.

I stroked his calves and my head glided up one leg of his foot starting with kissing up to his crotch. I took the so caressed leg and put the foot on the desk. Then I did the same with the other leg, starting at the foot. When I arrived with my head at the end of the thigh, Bernhard alone put his foot on the desk. I pushed his legs a little further apart and Bernhard slid his butt further forward.

Very gently the tip of my tongue touched his glans and circled around it. I felt his moisture and tasted it. It made me want more. My bellybutton was not the only thing that tickles. I sucked on him and at the same time I let my hands slide over his body and stroked him gently and tenderly.

With one hand I grasped his shaft and moved my fingers back and forth, with the other I slowly felt my way to his back door. As I also slid my head up and down, the blood in his penis pulsed violently and I wanted to stop before he came. In time I remembered that we hadn’t slept together for a few days and the evening was still long. I would not have done myself any favors either, because it made me even hornier when he discharged himself in my mouth and I tasted his juice.

I laid my head in his lap and kept his member in my mouth until it fitted all the way in. Only then did I get up and Bernhard put his feet back on the floor. I led him to the couch. After I had helped him to lie down on his back with my arms crossed at the back of his neck, I lay down next to him upside down and began to stroke his legs. I started on one foot up to his best part, circled around it and then moved my hand further down to the other foot. By the time I reached the top again on my way back, his penis had straightened up a bit. After I reached the foot again, I turned around and stroked his upper body. I started at his chest, stroked his belly and ended just before his now slightly erect penis.

I climbed over Bernhard with one leg, crouched over his lap and rubbed my pussy against his limb. Although I felt him through the thin fabric of my panties, I wanted to torture him and not myself. So I took off my panties, crouched down again and my vulva lips enclosed his penis. He was not inside me, they just kissed him. I bent over, my breasts fell out of my shirt and his chest hairs tickled my nipples. Quietly, I said, “You will come only when I allow you to. Before you can’t hold it back anymore, you make yourself noticed.” Bernhard confirmed my instructions with a nod of his head. The negligee had done its duty and because it was now bothering me, I took it off.

I had supported myself over his shoulders and moved my pelvis, my whole upper body back and forth. My hot wet lips rubbed against his hard limb. Whenever my breasts brushed across his face, he tried to catch them with his tongue stretched out. Maybe I should have tied his mouth too… He should feel what he was doing to me when he left me so unsatisfied.

When I lifted my pelvis a little, his pleasure stick slipped into me all by itself. I stood up, supported myself backwards on his thighs and let my pelvis circle. My vaginal muscles clasped his penis and he crossed his legs. He convulsively tried to hold back his effusion. Even without words I understood and let go of him, better: my pussy let go of him.

I changed position and crouched over his face. It was good that I had not bandaged his mouth. Through the silk scarf that closed his eyes, he couldn’t see how open I was for him. But he could feel that with his tongue. I sat on him until he gasped for air. After all, he had tormented me, too… When I bent over to feel his member with my tongue, he breathed a sigh of relief and we spoiled each other with our mouths.

I wanted to let him fidget a little bit after all. When I felt a slight twitch in my mouth, I stopped licking his glans, but let him continue licking my pussy.

I changed position again, sat down on his staff, bent over, and before I kissed him, I said, “Now you may come. He bent his legs and with strong short blows he brought us both to the climax. As his love juice to my cervix *e , it was the who knows how many orgasms I had that night. I felt somewhat compensated for what Bernhard had withheld from me in the last days.

Before I loosened the shackles on his hands, I took off his blindfold. I was just about to tell him that he had not paid me a glance while I was running around naked in front of him, when he said: “I can even see you blindfolded.

I was no longer surprised when he made the following statement after I had released him from the shawl: “I had learned as a child that you shouldn’t make jokes about disabled people. But there was no ‘political correctness’ and the Negerkuss was called Negerkuss. So, the doorbell rang at the puff door. The madam looks out of the window and in front of the door is someone on a skateboard, without arms or legs. The madam asks: ‘What are you doing here? Can you even do that?’ – ‘What do you think I rang the bell with?’ – By the way, a woman, my sister-in-law, had told me this joke.

And then a surprise after all: “I had been thinking all day whether your libido had fallen asleep and was waiting for a sign from you,” Bernhard confessed. We were like cats sneaking around the hot porridge…

Afterwards Bernhard told me what he thought when I sat on him and still had my panties on: “A man goes to hell and the devil leads him around. Show him first purgatory and then a room with beautiful naked women. The man asks: ‘Where are the torments of hell? The devil answers: ‘None of them have a hole.'” – It’s a good thing I put my panties on before I went into the living room. At least for a moment, Bernhard had suffered the agony of hell.

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