We went with my wife to Velazco's sierras in La Rioja.
Élida, my wife is 35 years old. She does a lot of exercise so she stays in good shape and her flesh is firm and muscular, besides having spectacular curves. A pair of small but firm breasts with large nipples, and a firm and rounded butt that makes men turn around to look at it even when they're accompanied by their partners, which produces few conflicts between couples.
Her curly brown hair and green eyes complete a picture worthy of Boticelli.
I'm 50 years old, my name is Ricardo, and my sedentary work complicates things quite a bit. I don't have the physical state of my wife and that's a real problem. I always say I'll get in shape but never do. Otherwise, we get along very well in all aspects, although I imagine that the 15-year age difference is starting to create some distance in certain things.
As soon as we arrived at the accommodation, we asked for a guide who could take us to explore this beautiful place, and they recommended Fabián, a specialist in this task. Without further ado, we met him.
The next day, he presented himself at the hotel. He was a man around 30 years old, with bronzed skin, short hair, and a body undoubtedly worked by life outdoors. I saw the impact it had on my wife's eyes, but didn't want to be a spoilsport, so we hired him to embark on a medium-difficulty hike the next day.
The next morning, we got up early and prepared for the ascent. Secure and comfortable shoes, a backpack with some clothing, water, sunglasses, and a hat. I wore a loose jogging suit, and my wife thermal socks that accentuated her legs and butt, a long-sleeved shirt adjusted to her figure, and a thermal jacket. She looked really good. It made me want to throw her down on the Bed that was going to climb the mountain, but everything was already set up.
Our guide was waiting for us at the hotel door. Sombrero, dark glasses, a long-sleeved shirt adjusted, and a short legging above the knee, which showed off his muscular legs, and what's worse, marked a quite important piece. My wife couldn't help but lower her gaze to observe him when she saw him and immediately, taking notice that he was standing next to me, raised her eyes and greeted him normally.
We got into a 4x4 that took us to the start of the climb, and once there, after reviewing our equipment, we began the ascent.
The guide went ahead and helped us advance in the most complicated sectors. I was surprised that my wife asked for help, as her athletic state should allow her to ascend without effort, and what bothered me more is that the guide didn't lose the opportunity to touch her when helping her. He hugged her to receive her when he was higher up, causing his breasts to press against his chest, and pushed her from behind when he had to help her climb and he was lower down. The situation wasn't pleasing me at all, and after a while, something unexpected happened. More concerned about watching what my wife was doing with the guide, I didn't look where I was stepping and twisted my ankle.
-Ah, it was my cry as I felt the pain. Immediately, the guide and my wife came over to where I was.
-Stay quiet, the guide said, kneeling down and touching my ankle.
-It hurts, I said between my teeth.
Fabián got up after examining me.
-Fortunately, nothing is broken, it's just a sprain that will be solved with a day of rest, ice, and painkillers. We should evaluate if we return. With a staff and help, you won't have any problem descending.
-Oh, what a shame, my wife said, already near a cave area she wanted to see, she said, distressed.
-Don't worry about me. I'll wait here. You keep walking for a bit and then come back and descend. No problem. I want to ruin your day, my love.
- No, I didn't want that, if you don't feel well, let's leave, he said with little conviction for me who knows her.
- No, Élida, it doesn't hurt anything, I'll stay here and wait for them. The landscape is very nice and it's not cold at all. The sun is precious. Fabián, let me have a walking stick so I can move around in this sector for anything and you guys keep going with the trip.
Fabián got lost for a few minutes on the mountain and came back with a fairly straight and resistant branch that he cleaned with his knife and showed me how to use it to walk without problems. It was really a great help. After doing that, he started off again, my wife gave me a kiss and told me they would be back soon.
I looked at the time. It was 10 am. I spent some time looking at the landscape, but after 15 minutes I got bored of being there. And I started to worry about what my wife would be doing. Slowly I tried to follow the path and checked that using the walking stick slowly I could move without forcing the use of my injured ankle. Slowly I ascended and found a flat section of about 50 meters that was easy to follow, and then it turned right and arrived at a series of caves, and then rose to a 45-degree plain and then turned again. I realized that this ascent couldn't be done like that so I approached the caves. I entered one. It was small. I walked through it and at the end there was a crack that led to the next cave. The sun was entering just through the door so you could see everything perfectly inside, except for the bottom which remained in shadows. I approached the crack and saw it went diagonally towards the front. When I leaned over, I froze. Fabián was facing me, leaning against a rock, and my wife was kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. I took a step back and found myself in darkness. They couldn't see me. My wife continued her task completely concentrated and Fabián with his head thrown back enjoying himself like a pig.
- That's it, mom, that's it, keep going, keep going, she encouraged him. In a whisper. And my wife reinforced her effort. The sucking could be heard clearly.
- Let me see your tits, he ordered, and my wife, separating herself for a moment, ripped off the tight shirt she was wearing and her tits were exposed to the male. The very slut didn't have a bra on, taking advantage of the tight fit of the shirt.
- I've been looking at you all morning and feeling against my body, he said while taking them with his hands and began to squeeze them. My wife placed her hands behind her head to give him total freedom and show them off fully. He knelt in front of her and started sucking them with the same dedication she had put into her cock. I inexplicably began to get excited. Instead of being angry, I was hot. Many times I had tried to imagine what it would be like if my wife were with another man, and now I was seeing it. And it was worth it.
- What are we waiting for, Fabián said, pushing my wife onto the sandy floor of the cave. Élida fell back and leaned on her elbows.
Fabián ripped off his shirt, revealing a worked, muscular body, and then stood up. He went over there where I could see his tool. It was impressive. Long, thick, with a bruised head the size of a small peach. It was an imposing rod.
Already standing, he finished taking off his short legging, leaving him completely naked, showing a really virile body. I couldn't see my wife's face, but it was clear she wasn't missing a detail.
He knelt at her feet and took off her shoes, then put his hands on her waist and slowly pulled down the tight legging, leaving her with only her thong.
- You're as sensual and attractive as I imagined, he said, running his gaze over her entire body.
- My husband must be uneasy, Élida said. anxious to finish what was missing.
- Don't worry about your husband, she said, separating her legs and settling on his body. She took possession of his mouth and began kissing him with long wet kisses, while one of her hands directed his cock to the position they both desired. When she placed it between her vaginal lips, she let go to devote herself fully to kissing him and licking his face, ears, and neck. My wife, spread-legged, was clinging to the back of the male with her hands, as if begging to be possessed, and there was nothing Fabian wanted more. Slowly he was inserting his hose into my wife. It came out a few centimeters and went back in until the connection was complete. At that moment, my wife lifted her legs and wrapped them around the male's kidneys as if she wanted to prevent him from leaving, which was obviously impossible given the way he had driven it all the way in, not with a nail but with a pneumatic hammer that was now starting to function at low speed but threatened to split her in two.
I unconsciously undressed my cock and began masturbating in front of the erotic scene I was witnessing, forgetting that one of the participants was my faithful wife. The scene was very hot, impossible to bear without getting excited.
After a few minutes, my wife started to moan and sigh, then ended up going off in a wild climax beneath that male who was now pumping her mercilessly, although she felt it coming, he didn't stop, kept the same rhythm, which made that orgasm extend second after second until it became interminable. Finally, my wife remained practically unconscious from pleasure.
At that moment, Fabian got up. His cock was emitting steam because it was so hot and the slightly cold air of the place. He waited a few minutes for Élida to recover. Finally, taking her by the hands, he made her kneel down, now his sex facing me diagonally. Fabián positioned himself behind the woman. slowly began to store his tool again in the women's sex. Now from my place I could see that cock entering and leaving my wife's body. I started to accelerate my masturbation, and finally, when Fabián began to inject all his semen into my wife, I came like a pig. The very son of a slut, he must have shot at least 7 or 8 loads inside her vagina, and stayed on top of her back exhausted. When he pulled out his cock, slowly a river of semen began to flow from my wife's well-lubricated pussy.
I put on my clothes and left without making a sound. Slowly I returned to my place and waited. It was almost 11. The guide had been screwing my wife for nearly an hour. It was 11:15 when both of them descended, looking quite exhausted.
- You look tired, I said innocently.
- Yes, my love, you don't know what it's like to climb up to the caves,
- In similar circumstances, one always gets exhausted from climbing up and down, Fabián said clearly with double meaning.
My wife turned red.
- Well now we're going to help you descend, the guide said very attentively.
Finally we returned to the hotel.
I went to bed wrapping my ankle with ice, and dedicated the rest of the day to resting, with the solicitous attention of my wife, who after returning was straight to the bathroom, saying she was sweaty from the ascent, although I knew she was sweaty and sticky from the pounding they had given her.
Élida, my wife is 35 years old. She does a lot of exercise so she stays in good shape and her flesh is firm and muscular, besides having spectacular curves. A pair of small but firm breasts with large nipples, and a firm and rounded butt that makes men turn around to look at it even when they're accompanied by their partners, which produces few conflicts between couples.
Her curly brown hair and green eyes complete a picture worthy of Boticelli.
I'm 50 years old, my name is Ricardo, and my sedentary work complicates things quite a bit. I don't have the physical state of my wife and that's a real problem. I always say I'll get in shape but never do. Otherwise, we get along very well in all aspects, although I imagine that the 15-year age difference is starting to create some distance in certain things.
As soon as we arrived at the accommodation, we asked for a guide who could take us to explore this beautiful place, and they recommended Fabián, a specialist in this task. Without further ado, we met him.
The next day, he presented himself at the hotel. He was a man around 30 years old, with bronzed skin, short hair, and a body undoubtedly worked by life outdoors. I saw the impact it had on my wife's eyes, but didn't want to be a spoilsport, so we hired him to embark on a medium-difficulty hike the next day.
The next morning, we got up early and prepared for the ascent. Secure and comfortable shoes, a backpack with some clothing, water, sunglasses, and a hat. I wore a loose jogging suit, and my wife thermal socks that accentuated her legs and butt, a long-sleeved shirt adjusted to her figure, and a thermal jacket. She looked really good. It made me want to throw her down on the Bed that was going to climb the mountain, but everything was already set up.
Our guide was waiting for us at the hotel door. Sombrero, dark glasses, a long-sleeved shirt adjusted, and a short legging above the knee, which showed off his muscular legs, and what's worse, marked a quite important piece. My wife couldn't help but lower her gaze to observe him when she saw him and immediately, taking notice that he was standing next to me, raised her eyes and greeted him normally.
We got into a 4x4 that took us to the start of the climb, and once there, after reviewing our equipment, we began the ascent.
The guide went ahead and helped us advance in the most complicated sectors. I was surprised that my wife asked for help, as her athletic state should allow her to ascend without effort, and what bothered me more is that the guide didn't lose the opportunity to touch her when helping her. He hugged her to receive her when he was higher up, causing his breasts to press against his chest, and pushed her from behind when he had to help her climb and he was lower down. The situation wasn't pleasing me at all, and after a while, something unexpected happened. More concerned about watching what my wife was doing with the guide, I didn't look where I was stepping and twisted my ankle.
-Ah, it was my cry as I felt the pain. Immediately, the guide and my wife came over to where I was.
-Stay quiet, the guide said, kneeling down and touching my ankle.
-It hurts, I said between my teeth.
Fabián got up after examining me.
-Fortunately, nothing is broken, it's just a sprain that will be solved with a day of rest, ice, and painkillers. We should evaluate if we return. With a staff and help, you won't have any problem descending.
-Oh, what a shame, my wife said, already near a cave area she wanted to see, she said, distressed.
-Don't worry about me. I'll wait here. You keep walking for a bit and then come back and descend. No problem. I want to ruin your day, my love.
- No, I didn't want that, if you don't feel well, let's leave, he said with little conviction for me who knows her.
- No, Élida, it doesn't hurt anything, I'll stay here and wait for them. The landscape is very nice and it's not cold at all. The sun is precious. Fabián, let me have a walking stick so I can move around in this sector for anything and you guys keep going with the trip.
Fabián got lost for a few minutes on the mountain and came back with a fairly straight and resistant branch that he cleaned with his knife and showed me how to use it to walk without problems. It was really a great help. After doing that, he started off again, my wife gave me a kiss and told me they would be back soon.
I looked at the time. It was 10 am. I spent some time looking at the landscape, but after 15 minutes I got bored of being there. And I started to worry about what my wife would be doing. Slowly I tried to follow the path and checked that using the walking stick slowly I could move without forcing the use of my injured ankle. Slowly I ascended and found a flat section of about 50 meters that was easy to follow, and then it turned right and arrived at a series of caves, and then rose to a 45-degree plain and then turned again. I realized that this ascent couldn't be done like that so I approached the caves. I entered one. It was small. I walked through it and at the end there was a crack that led to the next cave. The sun was entering just through the door so you could see everything perfectly inside, except for the bottom which remained in shadows. I approached the crack and saw it went diagonally towards the front. When I leaned over, I froze. Fabián was facing me, leaning against a rock, and my wife was kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. I took a step back and found myself in darkness. They couldn't see me. My wife continued her task completely concentrated and Fabián with his head thrown back enjoying himself like a pig.
- That's it, mom, that's it, keep going, keep going, she encouraged him. In a whisper. And my wife reinforced her effort. The sucking could be heard clearly.
- Let me see your tits, he ordered, and my wife, separating herself for a moment, ripped off the tight shirt she was wearing and her tits were exposed to the male. The very slut didn't have a bra on, taking advantage of the tight fit of the shirt.
- I've been looking at you all morning and feeling against my body, he said while taking them with his hands and began to squeeze them. My wife placed her hands behind her head to give him total freedom and show them off fully. He knelt in front of her and started sucking them with the same dedication she had put into her cock. I inexplicably began to get excited. Instead of being angry, I was hot. Many times I had tried to imagine what it would be like if my wife were with another man, and now I was seeing it. And it was worth it.
- What are we waiting for, Fabián said, pushing my wife onto the sandy floor of the cave. Élida fell back and leaned on her elbows.
Fabián ripped off his shirt, revealing a worked, muscular body, and then stood up. He went over there where I could see his tool. It was impressive. Long, thick, with a bruised head the size of a small peach. It was an imposing rod.
Already standing, he finished taking off his short legging, leaving him completely naked, showing a really virile body. I couldn't see my wife's face, but it was clear she wasn't missing a detail.
He knelt at her feet and took off her shoes, then put his hands on her waist and slowly pulled down the tight legging, leaving her with only her thong.
- You're as sensual and attractive as I imagined, he said, running his gaze over her entire body.
- My husband must be uneasy, Élida said. anxious to finish what was missing.
- Don't worry about your husband, she said, separating her legs and settling on his body. She took possession of his mouth and began kissing him with long wet kisses, while one of her hands directed his cock to the position they both desired. When she placed it between her vaginal lips, she let go to devote herself fully to kissing him and licking his face, ears, and neck. My wife, spread-legged, was clinging to the back of the male with her hands, as if begging to be possessed, and there was nothing Fabian wanted more. Slowly he was inserting his hose into my wife. It came out a few centimeters and went back in until the connection was complete. At that moment, my wife lifted her legs and wrapped them around the male's kidneys as if she wanted to prevent him from leaving, which was obviously impossible given the way he had driven it all the way in, not with a nail but with a pneumatic hammer that was now starting to function at low speed but threatened to split her in two.
I unconsciously undressed my cock and began masturbating in front of the erotic scene I was witnessing, forgetting that one of the participants was my faithful wife. The scene was very hot, impossible to bear without getting excited.
After a few minutes, my wife started to moan and sigh, then ended up going off in a wild climax beneath that male who was now pumping her mercilessly, although she felt it coming, he didn't stop, kept the same rhythm, which made that orgasm extend second after second until it became interminable. Finally, my wife remained practically unconscious from pleasure.
At that moment, Fabian got up. His cock was emitting steam because it was so hot and the slightly cold air of the place. He waited a few minutes for Élida to recover. Finally, taking her by the hands, he made her kneel down, now his sex facing me diagonally. Fabián positioned himself behind the woman. slowly began to store his tool again in the women's sex. Now from my place I could see that cock entering and leaving my wife's body. I started to accelerate my masturbation, and finally, when Fabián began to inject all his semen into my wife, I came like a pig. The very son of a slut, he must have shot at least 7 or 8 loads inside her vagina, and stayed on top of her back exhausted. When he pulled out his cock, slowly a river of semen began to flow from my wife's well-lubricated pussy.
I put on my clothes and left without making a sound. Slowly I returned to my place and waited. It was almost 11. The guide had been screwing my wife for nearly an hour. It was 11:15 when both of them descended, looking quite exhausted.
- You look tired, I said innocently.
- Yes, my love, you don't know what it's like to climb up to the caves,
- In similar circumstances, one always gets exhausted from climbing up and down, Fabián said clearly with double meaning.
My wife turned red.
- Well now we're going to help you descend, the guide said very attentively.
Finally we returned to the hotel.
I went to bed wrapping my ankle with ice, and dedicated the rest of the day to resting, with the solicitous attention of my wife, who after returning was straight to the bathroom, saying she was sweaty from the ascent, although I knew she was sweaty and sticky from the pounding they had given her.
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