Vacaciones con intercambio de pareja

A following real story my friend reader sends to me, asking me to develop it as a narrative, so here goes. I'll start by explaining that I'm a woman with large breasts, and it was precisely this that caused a sexual incident in our relationship like never before. My husband has a great friend from a long time called Enrique, who is somewhat obsessed with the size of my breast, and in fact, I've caught him observing my cleavage several times, staring at my breasts, which made me feel uncomfortable sometimes, although I never dared to tell my husband. Even once when we were having a party at home, I was in the kitchen, and he came in looking for a beer, slightly drunk, and approached me, making a comment about how big my breasts were and that my husband must be enjoying some incredible cubanas (or Russians) by putting his penis between my breasts. Well, I want to tell you what happened to me two years ago during Easter vacation at the beach. Enrique proposed to my husband and me to join him and his wife on a plot he had rented in a coastal area near our city where we live. The idea was to camp for four days and enjoy the atmosphere and nature since that area is very quiet and almost paradise-like. On the first day, we arrived, set up camp, and everything developed normally. However, at night, I saw my husband looking agitated. He and Enrique had been talking. His friend had made a rather bold proposal for an exchange of couples. My husband told me that they had already done it before and were used to it. My husband thought about it and the idea attracted him, so all that was left was my consent. My husband knew that Enrique felt some attraction towards me, and he liked his friend's wife, and he said it would be a new experience we could try. I wasn't too clear on it, but my husband told me that I wouldn't have that I wouldn't want to do anything and that we would also separate, each couple on their own side, so as not to bother us.

That night I was thinking about it. Honestly, I wasn't very convinced, but I accepted because I saw my husband very excited, and because I had my ideas very clear about what could or couldn't happen with Enrique. So after breakfast, my husband and Marian (Enrique's wife) went for a walk on the beach, and I stayed alone with Enrique.

Although I was a bit nervous at first, Enrique calmed me down by noticing it, and he told me that he didn't intend to have sex with me, but that he liked other things like touching my breasts, which he had fantasized about so much. One of his hands rested placidly on my breasts and began to palpate them through my clothes as a conversation of the most morbid kind started.

- I love your breasts, Rebeca, you know - he said, noticing how his hands were caressing me and I was letting him do it - You know that I've always liked you, you have an impressive body and I've always wanted to have your breasts for myself - he continued...

His hypnotic gaze remained fixed on my neckline. At a certain point, I decided to open my blouse and pull out my breasts so he could touch them better. Although Enrique didn't especially like me and I had accepted the situation out of commitment, that whole situation had an erotic charge that was slowly taking hold of me, and curiosity and letting myself be done with was exciting me without me realizing it. A certain heat was taking over me. The touch of his hands and the way he touched me were new to me, and his movements seemed anxious, desperate. He was fondling my breasts and lifting them up as if evaluating their weight, playing with them like he liked.

After a few moments of play, he finally launched himself and started sucking on them. Suddenly I felt his lips closing around my nipples and his tongue playing with them, and a shiver of pleasure ran down my back. It started kissing them, licking them and sucking them again, passing from one to another, with a voracious hunger that excited me. Although my head was absorbed in that unexpected pleasure, I looked around, there was no one, just Enrique and I, and his appetite for my breasts which he sucked with luxury. I remember noticing the warmth of his mouth and how his saliva soaked my nipples.

At a certain moment, he got up and made a request I had been expecting.

- Let me suck your tits - were his exact words - I want to put my cock between your breasts and feel them squeezing it

Although I had already done it with my husband, hearing that proposal from a semi-stranger was quite different and impactful.

- Okay - I agreed - but with one condition

- What is it? - he asked intrigued

- I don't want you to come on me, just stop and finish at the side - I said

- Okay, no problem - Enrique accepted

In that way, he began to undress his pants, and that's how I saw his fully erect and shiny penis appear before me. That made me feel strange, it would be hard to explain, as I had not seen a different penis from my husband's in a long time. I could notice that Enrique's was thicker. The whole situation was becoming more and more morbid by the seconds.

I let saliva fall between my breasts to lubricate Enrique's way. Seeing him approach me with his erect penis so close to my face was exciting. Suddenly, he felt himself settling between my breasts, and I could confirm the greater thickness of his penis. With my hands, I pressed my breasts against his penis as it slid between them with rhythmic movements, as if he were actually fucking me. I observed his excited, luxurious and fascinated face for having fulfilled a long-dreamed fantasy that was now real. He had his erect penis between my breasts and was fucking them. My breasts were finally his.

I felt the hardness of his member between my breasts and let him do it like spoiled brat who would use me as a sexual toy at his whim. Seeing him so satisfied in some way pleased me.

We were like that for a few moments until, without warning, he began to ejaculate all over my neck with his warm cum, which annoyed me because it wasn't what we had agreed on.

Since we were in front of the beach, I got into the water to wash and clean up.

After that, we waited for my husband and Enrique's wife to return. No one talked about what happened with the other couples, since it was one of the rules we had set. What is true, however, is that by nightfall in our campsite with my husband, we had one of the best sex nights of our lives due to all the excitement achieved that day from the new sexual practices derived from partner exchange.

However, the week had only just begun, and this game was going to keep repeating itself over the next few days.

So every morning, the couples would separate and stay with the opposite couple until we reconnected at noon.

I decided not to have sex with Enrique, so our mornings turned into a certain routine where he would suck my breasts, then rub his penis against them, and after what had happened on the first day, I forced him to finish without being on top of me, so he would masturbate while still touching my breasts with one hand.

That situation was equally exciting, as on the one hand seeing that man masturbate in front of me awakened my curiosity, and on the other hand although I felt like an object, I also felt desired, noticing his accelerated breathing and losing control playing with my breasts, and finally I confess that I enjoyed watching him cum, since he did it with jets and jets of semen, and I liked thinking that I had provoked all that excitement, and only I saw the satisfaction with which he achieved orgasm.

Although with my husband I had some curiosity about what was happening between him and Sofia, I didn't think about it too much because I knew that my husband liked women like me and that all this game was something fleeting. One of the days Enrique suggested he'd like to masturbate and ejaculate over my breasts and see how I would spread the semen over my breasts, but I made it clear that wasn't going to happen, partly as punishment for having come onto me without warning on the first day, contradicting what we had agreed. I also have to say that I left with curiosity about touching his penis with my hand, although I didn't dare do so out of fear he'd misinterpret it or use it as an excuse to look for more in me than I was willing to give. I'm left with the sensation of having his thick penis between my breasts, since somehow I had it in my body and it's hard for me to forget.