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SILAS AND DANAI SWINGER: THE END

JOHNNY ZURI
10 min readJan 3, 2025

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OR THE BEGINNING OF A CUCKOLDING STORY.

IMAGEN IA

The tension in the air was palpable, almost as tangible as the heat emanating from the sun on their naked bodies. Danai, with her characteristic serenity, settled back in the chair, observing her wife with a mixture of curiosity and approval.

Fred was the first to break the silence with a whisper full of intention:

— And what if we make this day even more memorable?

Silas felt a chill run down his spine at the suggestion. Danai’s gaze, although calm, had a glint of anticipation. Silas slowly rose from the lounge chair, feeling all eyes following his every move. His nakedness was not just physical; it was a statement of power, of desire, of control.

He walked towards Fred, his steps sure on the grass. She stopped right in front of him, looking down at him with a smile that promised much more than words.

“Memorable?” Silas repeated, letting his voice grow softer, more seductive. “I think we can do it.”

She leaned toward him, her lips barely brushing Fred’s, a kiss that was more of a promise than actual contact. As they pulled away, Fred let out a sigh laden with desire, his body responding viscerally to the tease.

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JOHNNY ZURI
JOHNNY ZURI

Written by JOHNNY ZURI

RETRO - FUTURISTA - VINTAGE Escribo historias sexys, eróticas, escandalosas, y políticamente incorrectas, a partir de noticias de actualidad.

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