Traición de mi mujer me gusto...

Sir, this is a 100% real account, it's my first post, and maybe I just got inspired to write it today... It was a summer night, three years ago. We went out for dinner with my wife: nice restaurant, lots of wine, laughter, then we went to a nightclub. We hadn't been to one in years, and possibly the beer suggested that flashback. We entered, had some fun, and my wife told me to go buy a champagne. I left her at a table in the reserved area, and I ate the Booty at the bar, paid, got a champagne with ice and two glasses, and when I returned, I saw my wife talking to a skinny guy! I stayed hard... First, I said, what's going on? Maybe she's asking him something... But then I saw her laughing and chatting with him. I didn't know what to do... I put the champagne down (she was three meters away), and I just stared. She saw me, but didn't do anything! After a while, she came back with the skinny guy (who was younger and much taller than me), and she said he was a friend who had made himself known, if we could invite him to have something with us. With a face of ass, I was about to respond, but the skinny guy sat down, and we started chatting the three of us. I wanted to get angry already, but something excited me all, despite telling myself that when I got home I would make a big scene! After a while, the dude said he'd like it if we kissed. Then my wife started making out with me. I was relaxed. She started touching me and suddenly when I was touching her legs, I felt the skinny guy's hand also touching her... I didn't say anything, made myself stupid and kept going, already half-hard from the game. Suddenly I separated and it seemed like my wife was touching his dick. The skinny guy asked for permission to kiss her. I acted tough and told him to do what she wanted, and she started making out with him. They got wild, and I was standing there, unable to believe what I saw. I also saw that he was touching her. My wife told me to bring another champagne. Don't ask why but I went... searching for it, my head was spinning... when I got back I saw that he was jerking off, with his cock out, just like they read. enormous cock and my wife giving him a hand job. I approached and served champagne, as if to interrupt but they kept going.

just then (I was getting bored), I told my wife what she wanted to do and she looked at the dude's cock, lowered her eyes submissively, and started sucking it. this went on for a long time, I saw him twisting and cumming. he told her to keep going and my wife kept sucking for another 5 minutes until he came out limp.

my wife was making me gag, but I barely saw anything come out, so I swallowed (although she later denied it). she took champagne as if to get rid of the taste, like it disgusted her.

then the dude told us to go somewhere and I said no way, that's far enough. my wife told me to bring him closer to the house at least, since he was tired and lived in the same neighborhood as us.

so we left the club, got into my car, but my wife went to sit in back with him. SHE WAS STILL HIGH.

then they pressed on, touching each other, I couldn't see anything. I was about to crash anytime soon.

I saw them twisting but was stuck in traffic and couldn't see anything.

when we arrived at Vicente López station, I turned around and the dude was still giving it to her... almost died... felt like the world was ending. I said: this idiot is going to get AIDS, hepatitis! but the dude had put on a condom luckily...

they kept going for a while longer and I just watched. when he was about to cum, he took off the condom and poured everything all over her, in her underwear, her skirt... she was left like that, totally exposed... I even smelled it.

I told the guy: get down here or everything will rot. the dude opened the door and left. my wife fell asleep and didn't react at all. I kept driving with my pants soaked (just me, not touching anything).

helped her get out of the car and took off her clothes. put everything in the washing machine and got her into bed In bed. We didn't talk about this the next day, or ever in all these years… Always. It's as if it never happened. Sometimes I think it didn't happen, or rather I want to think it didn't happen. We never went back to that restaurant, not even to pass by the door. But many nights, when she sleeps, I wank thinking about that day. I'm going to sleep. I feel a bit better for having written this. Thanks for listening to me.