My friend's boyfriend (unfaithful husband)

As I mentioned in previous posts, the stories I've been posting were already published earlier on the blog I started about two years ago and which was recently closed without justification by the people at blogger. In that space, I used to post weekly different experiences I had, as well as some from my past, which as you'll have read began quite precociously. One of those current experiences refers to a casual relationship I had with a friend's husband, after publishing that story I received several comments, including one from an anonymous woman who said she had slept with the husbands of four friends. That touched my pride. From that moment on, something like a challenge was set up, through which I proposed increasing my own record of foreign husbands little by little. The next is the first of those stories. I hope you enjoy them. Kisses.Before anything I'd like to clarify that I was never a quita novio, commonly known as women who date their friends' boyfriends, and that's even though he tried to lift me up more than once, although this time it was me who advanced and didn't even take him, just got laid with him, or rather, several times, since what Wilmar, that's his name, did to me that evening at the hotel was something apotropaic and ESPEC-TA-CU-LAR.

I left practically dry from getting wet so much, without orgasms to let go. I'm not exaggerating when I say this guy never had a limp erection. He'd finish once and then, like nothing happened, he'd be hard and ready again for another round, and another, and another... My friend had warned me about him, although she never imagined I'd get to experience it firsthand. That he was a first-class lover, a true stud, and if I'm being honest, when she introduced us, I felt irresistibly attracted to him. You know, sex addicts can smell each other from a distance.

Uruguayan, almost 1.90 meters tall, robust body and brunette skin, turned into my maximum object of desire in an instant. He became the man I desperately wanted to take to bed, or his bed, or wherever. Never had something like this happened to me before, I mean, being attracted to a friend's boyfriend, especially a very good friend on top of that.

But beyond the guy's looks, which he had and plenty of, what really influenced my attraction was what she told me about her intimate relationships with that tremendous stud. -She has it like this big!- she'd say, separating her palms by thirty centimeters and forming a fairly prominent ring with her fingers, telling me she also had it quite fat. -When I get fucked, I feel like I'm splitting in two! You don't know how I... breaks the nuts the guacho! I assured myself, expressing on my face the delights I felt in those moments.

It also told me that, despite his excessive thickness and size, he would give it to me until he came in the ass and that, in just correspondence, she would swallow all the cum, which he would release as a creamy and hot cataract. That this drove him crazy.

-I never felt so well fucked- he assured me, and honestly, it was noticeable on his face.

Obviously, with everything he told me, I got terrible urges to try out such a machine for fucking, just as my friend described it.

It's not that I wanted to give in, but... certainly the longings she had awakened within me by telling me her intimacies with that Adonis of a cocker were already irrepressible.

So one afternoon when I was feeling like hell and hot as a fire, I couldn't take it anymore and went to wait for him at his workplace exit.

My friend had told me where he worked once before, and I don't know why but that information stuck with me like I knew I would need it someday. But of course I wasn't going to make myself out to be a fool, even though I was dying to give in to him with all the trimmings, so I stayed expectant on the corner, waiting for him to come out.

Then, when I saw him, I ran into him as if it were a casual and spontaneous encounter.

-Mariela, what a surprise, what are you doing around here?- he was surprised to see me.

-I came to visit a friend who lives in this area, and you?- the excuse burst out of me like I had thought of it beforehand.

-I work around here, halfway down the block- he told me, pointing to the place from which he had just come out.

-What a coincidence- I replied, making myself look surprised too.

-Now that we've run into each other, would you like to grab something to drink?- he proposed then.

-Don't you have to meet up with C...?- I asked, referring to my friend, or rather his girlfriend.
-No, she has a class today, so she'll be busy until late- he said.

-Then I accept- I smiled.

We went... until we got to a nearby bar and ordered a beer, chatting animatedly about different topics, like two big friends. In a certain moment I had to go to the bathroom to wipe off the dense humidity that was coming out of my pussy and threatened to shine through the white pants I was wearing. Just being next to him was making me terribly excited, and what worried me was that it would be too noticeable and he would realize how desperate I was about it. Then my friend came to mind, along with all the years of friendship we had shared and the confidence we had in each other, and I decided that no matter how hot it was, she didn't deserve for me to do something like that to her. So when I returned to the table, I told him it was getting late, that I really had to go visit that friend I had mentioned, the one with the excuse. He, of course, didn't object. We paid for what we had consumed and he offered to walk me a couple of blocks. We hadn't even finished our drink when very carelessly he says: -Do you know Mariela? I'd like to take you to a hotel, what do you say?- I was petrified. It was obvious that he had realized how hot I was for him. But what could I do? On one hand there was my friend and all those years of friendship that would go up in smoke if she found out something, and on the other hand there was me and these desires I had to try something like this. Friendship or lust? My friend or my heat? What a difficult decision! Finally reason won, or rather my pussy, which as you know, reasons by itself. -What do I say?- I started saying, and whispering in his ear added: -I'd really like to screw with you- Walking like two acquaintances, without taking each other's hands, since that was what we were, we entered the first transient lodging we could find. A common one, nothing luxurious, just enough to get rid of our heat. Just as we got into the room, we got tangled up in a Passionate hug, kissing us with unbridled frenzy, giving rein to that luxurious attraction that seemed to come not only from my side but also from his. Thus, entwined, we fell onto the bed, rolling over it, with me on top for a while and then him. When I was on top, Wilmar would grab my booty with his hands and pull me even closer to his inflamed body, making me feel at the height of my stomach the so-mentioned prominence that my friend had spoken about so much. And I must say it wasn't exaggerated at all, as what the Uruguayan wore in his pants exceeded any previous forecast I might have had on the subject. Without stopping kissing him, I grabbed that tremendous package and rubbed it with all my frugal enthusiasm, feeling it deliciously and incitingly. It was terrible, something out of all proportion, and so I could verify it when he unzipped and extracted from his warm refuge that majestic cock that already rose majestic and imposing in my hand. Glorious in all its arrogant magnificence. Colossal in every sense. I rhythmically manipulated it and put it in my mouth, sucking it with all my might, trying to eat as much of that brutal volume as possible, chewing and sipping each piece, filling my mouth with that cock glory that drove me crazy and made me lose my mind. I ate his balls too, and sucked his guys, savoring everything around that exquisite beauty that overwhelmed me without any control. Already naked, I turned onto my back on the bed and offered myself to him open and expectant, surrendering without reserve to his mighty virility, offering myself fully, without holding anything back. Wanting to make use of his gallant masculinity, Wilmar grabbed one of the condoms that were on the table, ripped the package to put it on, but before he did, I stopped him. I want you to screw me without a condom! I said then. Are you sure? he inquired. Absolutely sure, I want to feel you so, a bald cock!- I'll make sure, sliding sensually my finger along my wet and hot little thing. Without hesitation, he jumped on top of me and put it in one go, just like I wanted to feel it, thrusting it all the way into me despite its excessive volume. Once inside me, he started moving in a virtuous and implacable way, giving it to me with everything, pumping pure pleasure through my most intimate and sacred fibers. He was putting it all in, even the hairs and beyond, hitting my balls with those black and hairy bolones that ignited and vaporized as the force and energy of the penetrations accelerated systematically. Linking my legs around his agitated body, I held him inside me for as long as possible, feeling him pulse inside me, deeper and deeper into my entrails. Ah, up there, my friend's boyfriend caught me until I was torn apart by a series of consecutive ejaculations, one after the other, without pause or interruption. After which he smeared the hole with abundant lubricant cream and perforated my ass, which, despite being well broken and torn, broke me again without pity or compassion. He split me in two with a single thrust, pushing my intestines further inside with that irrational volume he handled with fascinating ease. I was on all fours, with my butt well lifted, offering myself without reluctance to that immense wonder that ravaged and shook my entire body. He gave it to me through the butt until I burst, until I melted from so much thrusting and thrusting that he applied to me, satisfying me through every pore of my skin. And as a corollary to those ejaculations we just had, I let go of his magnificent cock and swallowed all its intimate essence, each drop, relishing it more than gladly While feeling like his semen was pouring thickly down my throat and esophagus. I choked on his sperm, drinking until the last drop of that caramelized and nutritious treat, getting drunk without any reluctance., then going down with my tongue over the entire monstrous volume and licking it avidly and frugally, licking his balls too, savoring every last drop of his torrential and brutal ejaculations. I ended up completely broken, just as my friend said, and I must testify that she wasn't exaggerating at all. Broken and happy, since it's a true joy to get caught like that, with that intensity and vigor, as if there wouldn't be an after the dust they're going to throw on you. This was my experience with my friend's boyfriend, and although later I got a little guilty conscience for having cheated her in such a way, the truth is that I don't regret it at all. What happened with Wilmar was mind-blowing and when it comes to getting caught, no friends are worth anything, and less so when they have a super-endowed boyfriend.