We travel to Santiago de Chile with a married friend who we've known for years and always take escapes. We check into a hotel in the city center and spend our time exploring some of its shopping centers. I asked Marcela to dress sexy. She knows what I like. Not too revealing, not too flashy. Clothes that show off her curves without being too obvious. And of course, showing a bit more than necessary. I like it when she wears clothes that fit tightly, accentuating the shape of her breasts. And when she goes out with a slightly generous neckline. I enjoy watching men look at her, even though she doesn't realize the sexual potential emanating from her movements.
In one of these centers, I found a man named German, whom I had already seen in our hotel's lobby. He was friendly, around the same age as Marcela, and showed himself to be very jovial and entertaining. We greeted each other and talked for a while about some common interests, making some purchases along the way, and then went to get coffee at a stand while I waited for Marcela, who was still shopping for clothes.
Marcela arrived completely carefree and happy with her purchases, sitting down next to me. After introductions, we continued our informal conversation, and as we did, German discreetly observed Marcela's body. He spoke, and his eyes kept drifting to her neckline, which, despite not showing too much, was very suggestive. Innocently, Marcela moved around, and her breasts subtly marked themselves. It was impossible not to look at her. At one point, German realized that his gazes hadn't gone unnoticed by me, but he calmed down with a complicit smile when our eyes met, which was noticeable from then on, as he looked at her more boldly. I didn't mind. It was still early, and after agreeing to dinner together at the hotel restaurant with German, we parted ways, each going their own way. road. When I arrived at the hotel, I had already decided that I would try to get my friend into bed with another man, and the target was this German. I decided not to rush things or say anything, but somehow I would have to figure out how to create the right place and moment for the situation to be possible and then wait to see what happened. From experience, Marcela is not manageable when it comes to sex. She does whatever she wants and in her own way. Sometimes it's difficult, but everything makes up for it. There's no more impactful experience than making love to her when she wants us to... The hotel room was a type of apartment with a bedroom, kitchen, and living area where there was a table with a view of an excellent balcony from which you could see the mountains surrounding the city. With any excuse, I proposed that instead of eating at the restaurant, we do it here. Marcela agreed, so I left German a note at reception to let him know we were waiting for him starting at nine o'clock that night in our apartment. German arrived punctually with a bottle of tequila. We had dinner brought by a waiter from the restaurant and I made sure the wine flowed freely. The conversation was about one topic after another, and everything was going very smoothly. Marcela had put on a flowery dress made of fine fabric that clung to her skin, not too short or revealing but showing enough so that both German and I couldn't stop looking at her. Her breasts were visible from below, showing all their charming forms, and when she crossed her legs it looked very good. German kept staring at her continuously and even started making occasional comments about how much he enjoyed looking at her, but in a very low tone. After dinner we shared some drinks, although I'm not much of a drinker. They were drunk, but never got to... were not drunk, but much more uninhibited and aware of what we were doing. Naturally, I got a little sentimental with Marcela, caressing her hair, shoulders, and looking at German while I did it to study his reactions. Without any specific signal, I started thinking that anything could happen. In a moment, German went into the bathroom, and I went to find Marcela who was in the kitchen finishing up some margaritas. I grabbed her by the waist and we kissed, it was something very crazy because we always do little wild things, like kisses and playful caresses when there's a risk of getting caught, but without anyone noticing; things and games for any couple. It was hot. She kissed me and let me give her a caress on her ass. I would have made love to her quickly right there in the kitchen. I was facing away from the entrance to the kitchen, but she was very aware of the doorframe, not wanting German to appear out of nowhere. So I didn't let myself do too much. I caressed her breasts and let her suck on a nipple while I masturbated her. She was also hot, But when we heard the bathroom door, I separated from her body and continued preparing the drinks as if nothing had happened. German stopped under the doorframe. Note that at first he looked at us discreetly, but there was an instant where our eyes locked fixedly. He smiled, complicit, as if he guessed what had happened. Marcela, meanwhile, adjusted her dress trying not to show anything. With German, we went out onto the large balcony and sat down on some armchairs facing each other. The temperature was pleasant. We drank in silence. After a few minutes, Marcela joined us and sat comfortably next to me. We continued chatting. The phone rang and I left her alone with German to answer it. From inside, I heard German ask Marcela without hesitation what he had intuited had happened in the kitchen. He said nothing. He caught her attitude on the spot and didn't say another word. When I went back to the balcony, I thought I should take the initiative and, pretending to be affected by alcohol, started diverting the conversation, getting more launched into the sexual realm, sex in a couple, experiences, and tastes. At first, Marcela got a bit shy, but when she saw that I was referring to us with great freedom, yet maintaining total respect, she relaxed a bit and we had a very mature conversation that became increasingly saucy. Soon I brought up the topic of what had just happened in the kitchen and how hot it had left me feeling. I sensed Marcela felt quite uncomfortable and maybe intended to get up and leave... but instead, she settled into the armchair with such a defiant and sensual attitude that provoked an erection in me. I suppose German must have gone through the same thing. I calmed her down with some very saucy compliments about her figure and body, and she just laughed happily. We were all having one too many drinks. We kept talking, and the topic of the night turned exclusively to couples' relationships. And soon the topic of threesomes, exchanges, fantasies, and the atmosphere became more tense, since Marcela realized she was the only woman speaking about threesomes with her husband and a stranger, an entirely unusual situation at the time. German got up and went to get ice, I think he said, but when he stood up, he smiled at me. And as soon as I was left alone with my wife, I started kissing and caressing her. Well, we were sitting together on a balcony sofa. I caressed her between her legs, although she was waiting for German to come out of the kitchen, I told her to relax, that he wasn't watching us because he was far away, and she let me do it. She reclined in the armchair and leaned her head back while I took off her bra and started kissing her breasts with total freshness. She tried avoid it but I asked her to let me go and she left... The fear and pleasure melt together and the result is that reason lifts off our minds. There would be some minutes in which I gave free rein to my hands and managed to get her excited, and I stopped when I felt German returning. Just at the moment Marcela was adjusting her clothes again, German approached the balcony very smiling, Miro looked at Marcela and fixedly observed her breasts, which were clearly outlined on the dress fabric without a bra. He put ice in the small table on the balcony and sat down beside me, on our couch, passing my drink to me. Then I started kissing her in front of him, it wasn't premeditated and I didn't want to show off anything to this friend. I did it because I wanted to. She responded fiercely. I felt his tongue in my mouth, and while he was kissing me, German's smile didn't fade from his lips. At that moment I started caressing my wife's knee and without any authorization, German put his hand on the other immediately. Marcela jumped, looked at me but before I could react she relaxed and separated her legs, allowing German's hand to wander through her thighs between her legs... while I started masturbating her clitoris. That was when it all started; no one stopped, nobody avoided, nobody spoke, and without realizing it Marcela found herself kissing German's lips and not mine. From that moment on I remember everything, every detail, it's all engraved in my eyes. That moment was incredible, because never before had it occurred to me to be there, on a balcony, sharing my friend with another man. The silence nobody wanted to break at that moment was so intense that I felt electricity in my hands. Marcela gave oral sex to German in front of me, and then to me, while German, kneeling on the floor, did it to her, Then we undressed her until she suggested we go to the bedroom to be more comfortable. It didn't take much convincing and practically we were carrying her in our arms because the caresses never stopped, leaving all our clothes behind as we walked. When we arrived at the bedroom, Marcela got down on her knees and continued with the oral sex session, first to me, and while she was doing it, she was masturbating German with her hand. Then I changed, and I took advantage of the moment to take a step back and observe how she was sucking him off. She did it with skill, so that I could see her, giving me a show that almost made me cum right there... I controlled myself and got closer again when she got into bed. At first, she remained standing on her knees, totally naked, expectant... Then she lay down on her back, flexed her knees, and spread her legs, inviting... I settled between her legs, kneeling, and started rubbing my glans against her clitoris. Marcela was super excited and totally wet. I penetrated her with a single movement. I introduced all of my cock into her pussy and started moving. I had to be very careful not to cum, especially since she was doing it in rhythm with my thrusts while German was eating her nipples. She was pressing his head against her breasts... At this point, everything had been said... and I moved aside so that German could use his tool... There was a moment when I thought Marcela felt totally used because there was a situation where we were alternating between each other, whether to penetrate her or make her suck us off, it was us competing against each other... almost... we didn't have her in mind, only competing with each other for who would be the perfect lover. That's what I thought later, since we were conversing and laughing but not considering her, but I was wrong, because the absolute reality was that she did what she wanted and let us do to her only what she wanted us to do, and she always had control, although it made us believe otherwise. There was an instant when I got up and walked away from the bed. She was... From four legs and German was penetrating me with force while she moved to achieve maximum penetration. The sight took me back to the edge again and Marcela noticed my excitement, so I called her over to my side and as she got close, I devoured her cock with infinite pleasure. I could feel her tongue terribly, and I couldn't control myself anymore, I came inside her mouth. She, in the middle of us, excitedly, accounted for every last drop of my semen, and while doing so, she also ended up like a sexy girl in heat at the same time that German poured into her interior, all under the sound of our own moans filling the room.
Exhausted, and prisoners of the experience we had just lived through, we three lay on the bed, Marcela went to the bathroom, and returned dressed only in a thong. Still panting, she leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder, facing German, who was resting a hand on her hip. Without wanting it, we all fell into a deep and restorative sleep, forced by the alcohol we had consumed. But it wasn't for long. An hour later, some noise woke me up. I barely opened my eyes, saw him starting to caress her breasts, she was with her eyes closed, pleased, and received, murmuring half-asleep her satisfaction, all kinds of handling in her beautiful legs, between her legs, and in her Booty, without pause or hurry; we had the whole world at our disposal. Suddenly he pulled off her thong, then maneuvered to put on a condom and they settled in, Marcela facing away from him and him between her open legs. It seemed to cost him a bit but he managed to penetrate her (it wasn't because of her endowment), and began with the in-and-out. Almost immediately, both were super excited...she, always with her eyes closed on her face, drawing an intense pleasure, her legs, gathered in fetal position and opened as wide as possible to receive him better, moaned and moaned, and took my cock in her hand to start masturbating while German was on top of her, still pushing and retreating, accompanying his movements with groans. We were enjoying it to the maximum for some minutes while I enjoyed the view until the last charges came, accompanied by moans and shudders that announced German had finished his turn leaving Marcela in flames, so she quickly jumped onto me, securing my penis tip with her hand at the entrance of her incinerated cave, pushing until she felt totally penetrated and began to ride like possessed. A few seconds later I reached climax. German had pushed her to her limits, and now he was looking at her recumbent while Marcela twisted in pleasure, her back curved towards the back, with a tremendous orgasm as I released all my content inside her...
Marcela was the first to wake up. The morning found her with both bodies still in bed, naked, and German asleep on one end. She was warm between the two men's bodies from what had happened the night before, which had been full of sex. And waking up like that lit her desire again but she controlled it. She didn't want to move, but when she turned and saw German naked beside her, she felt uncomfortable. She remained silent and felt German hug and caress her breasts several times. She didn't want to move to avoid waking him up. Finally, she had the courage to get up and leave the room, going to the bathroom and waiting. German followed her. When he saw her naked, he only managed to press her against his body and wanted to caress her parts. She wouldn't let him. He moved away and then got under the shower. German wanted to join her but she stopped him. That was as far as it would go. No more... Marcela smiled perversely... German would never again enjoy the sight of her naked body. I had gotten up and seen the scene, so before things got any more uncomfortable, I asked... To the German who got out of the bathroom and I closed the door to give my friend the intimacy she deserves. We shared breakfast together, in silence, since there wasn't much to say or know what to say. After breakfast, German insisted on getting back together that night, but we refused, rather asking him to leave and never see us again. What happened that night was delicious due to fear, risk, and the forbidden, yet at the same time more than enough... I don't know if he understood or got upset, didn't matter to us. We never heard from him again, only that he left the hotel that same day... We never lived through an experience like this again. It wasn't necessary. But the memory of these events still calls to us...
In one of these centers, I found a man named German, whom I had already seen in our hotel's lobby. He was friendly, around the same age as Marcela, and showed himself to be very jovial and entertaining. We greeted each other and talked for a while about some common interests, making some purchases along the way, and then went to get coffee at a stand while I waited for Marcela, who was still shopping for clothes.
Marcela arrived completely carefree and happy with her purchases, sitting down next to me. After introductions, we continued our informal conversation, and as we did, German discreetly observed Marcela's body. He spoke, and his eyes kept drifting to her neckline, which, despite not showing too much, was very suggestive. Innocently, Marcela moved around, and her breasts subtly marked themselves. It was impossible not to look at her. At one point, German realized that his gazes hadn't gone unnoticed by me, but he calmed down with a complicit smile when our eyes met, which was noticeable from then on, as he looked at her more boldly. I didn't mind. It was still early, and after agreeing to dinner together at the hotel restaurant with German, we parted ways, each going their own way. road. When I arrived at the hotel, I had already decided that I would try to get my friend into bed with another man, and the target was this German. I decided not to rush things or say anything, but somehow I would have to figure out how to create the right place and moment for the situation to be possible and then wait to see what happened. From experience, Marcela is not manageable when it comes to sex. She does whatever she wants and in her own way. Sometimes it's difficult, but everything makes up for it. There's no more impactful experience than making love to her when she wants us to... The hotel room was a type of apartment with a bedroom, kitchen, and living area where there was a table with a view of an excellent balcony from which you could see the mountains surrounding the city. With any excuse, I proposed that instead of eating at the restaurant, we do it here. Marcela agreed, so I left German a note at reception to let him know we were waiting for him starting at nine o'clock that night in our apartment. German arrived punctually with a bottle of tequila. We had dinner brought by a waiter from the restaurant and I made sure the wine flowed freely. The conversation was about one topic after another, and everything was going very smoothly. Marcela had put on a flowery dress made of fine fabric that clung to her skin, not too short or revealing but showing enough so that both German and I couldn't stop looking at her. Her breasts were visible from below, showing all their charming forms, and when she crossed her legs it looked very good. German kept staring at her continuously and even started making occasional comments about how much he enjoyed looking at her, but in a very low tone. After dinner we shared some drinks, although I'm not much of a drinker. They were drunk, but never got to... were not drunk, but much more uninhibited and aware of what we were doing. Naturally, I got a little sentimental with Marcela, caressing her hair, shoulders, and looking at German while I did it to study his reactions. Without any specific signal, I started thinking that anything could happen. In a moment, German went into the bathroom, and I went to find Marcela who was in the kitchen finishing up some margaritas. I grabbed her by the waist and we kissed, it was something very crazy because we always do little wild things, like kisses and playful caresses when there's a risk of getting caught, but without anyone noticing; things and games for any couple. It was hot. She kissed me and let me give her a caress on her ass. I would have made love to her quickly right there in the kitchen. I was facing away from the entrance to the kitchen, but she was very aware of the doorframe, not wanting German to appear out of nowhere. So I didn't let myself do too much. I caressed her breasts and let her suck on a nipple while I masturbated her. She was also hot, But when we heard the bathroom door, I separated from her body and continued preparing the drinks as if nothing had happened. German stopped under the doorframe. Note that at first he looked at us discreetly, but there was an instant where our eyes locked fixedly. He smiled, complicit, as if he guessed what had happened. Marcela, meanwhile, adjusted her dress trying not to show anything. With German, we went out onto the large balcony and sat down on some armchairs facing each other. The temperature was pleasant. We drank in silence. After a few minutes, Marcela joined us and sat comfortably next to me. We continued chatting. The phone rang and I left her alone with German to answer it. From inside, I heard German ask Marcela without hesitation what he had intuited had happened in the kitchen. He said nothing. He caught her attitude on the spot and didn't say another word. When I went back to the balcony, I thought I should take the initiative and, pretending to be affected by alcohol, started diverting the conversation, getting more launched into the sexual realm, sex in a couple, experiences, and tastes. At first, Marcela got a bit shy, but when she saw that I was referring to us with great freedom, yet maintaining total respect, she relaxed a bit and we had a very mature conversation that became increasingly saucy. Soon I brought up the topic of what had just happened in the kitchen and how hot it had left me feeling. I sensed Marcela felt quite uncomfortable and maybe intended to get up and leave... but instead, she settled into the armchair with such a defiant and sensual attitude that provoked an erection in me. I suppose German must have gone through the same thing. I calmed her down with some very saucy compliments about her figure and body, and she just laughed happily. We were all having one too many drinks. We kept talking, and the topic of the night turned exclusively to couples' relationships. And soon the topic of threesomes, exchanges, fantasies, and the atmosphere became more tense, since Marcela realized she was the only woman speaking about threesomes with her husband and a stranger, an entirely unusual situation at the time. German got up and went to get ice, I think he said, but when he stood up, he smiled at me. And as soon as I was left alone with my wife, I started kissing and caressing her. Well, we were sitting together on a balcony sofa. I caressed her between her legs, although she was waiting for German to come out of the kitchen, I told her to relax, that he wasn't watching us because he was far away, and she let me do it. She reclined in the armchair and leaned her head back while I took off her bra and started kissing her breasts with total freshness. She tried avoid it but I asked her to let me go and she left... The fear and pleasure melt together and the result is that reason lifts off our minds. There would be some minutes in which I gave free rein to my hands and managed to get her excited, and I stopped when I felt German returning. Just at the moment Marcela was adjusting her clothes again, German approached the balcony very smiling, Miro looked at Marcela and fixedly observed her breasts, which were clearly outlined on the dress fabric without a bra. He put ice in the small table on the balcony and sat down beside me, on our couch, passing my drink to me. Then I started kissing her in front of him, it wasn't premeditated and I didn't want to show off anything to this friend. I did it because I wanted to. She responded fiercely. I felt his tongue in my mouth, and while he was kissing me, German's smile didn't fade from his lips. At that moment I started caressing my wife's knee and without any authorization, German put his hand on the other immediately. Marcela jumped, looked at me but before I could react she relaxed and separated her legs, allowing German's hand to wander through her thighs between her legs... while I started masturbating her clitoris. That was when it all started; no one stopped, nobody avoided, nobody spoke, and without realizing it Marcela found herself kissing German's lips and not mine. From that moment on I remember everything, every detail, it's all engraved in my eyes. That moment was incredible, because never before had it occurred to me to be there, on a balcony, sharing my friend with another man. The silence nobody wanted to break at that moment was so intense that I felt electricity in my hands. Marcela gave oral sex to German in front of me, and then to me, while German, kneeling on the floor, did it to her, Then we undressed her until she suggested we go to the bedroom to be more comfortable. It didn't take much convincing and practically we were carrying her in our arms because the caresses never stopped, leaving all our clothes behind as we walked. When we arrived at the bedroom, Marcela got down on her knees and continued with the oral sex session, first to me, and while she was doing it, she was masturbating German with her hand. Then I changed, and I took advantage of the moment to take a step back and observe how she was sucking him off. She did it with skill, so that I could see her, giving me a show that almost made me cum right there... I controlled myself and got closer again when she got into bed. At first, she remained standing on her knees, totally naked, expectant... Then she lay down on her back, flexed her knees, and spread her legs, inviting... I settled between her legs, kneeling, and started rubbing my glans against her clitoris. Marcela was super excited and totally wet. I penetrated her with a single movement. I introduced all of my cock into her pussy and started moving. I had to be very careful not to cum, especially since she was doing it in rhythm with my thrusts while German was eating her nipples. She was pressing his head against her breasts... At this point, everything had been said... and I moved aside so that German could use his tool... There was a moment when I thought Marcela felt totally used because there was a situation where we were alternating between each other, whether to penetrate her or make her suck us off, it was us competing against each other... almost... we didn't have her in mind, only competing with each other for who would be the perfect lover. That's what I thought later, since we were conversing and laughing but not considering her, but I was wrong, because the absolute reality was that she did what she wanted and let us do to her only what she wanted us to do, and she always had control, although it made us believe otherwise. There was an instant when I got up and walked away from the bed. She was... From four legs and German was penetrating me with force while she moved to achieve maximum penetration. The sight took me back to the edge again and Marcela noticed my excitement, so I called her over to my side and as she got close, I devoured her cock with infinite pleasure. I could feel her tongue terribly, and I couldn't control myself anymore, I came inside her mouth. She, in the middle of us, excitedly, accounted for every last drop of my semen, and while doing so, she also ended up like a sexy girl in heat at the same time that German poured into her interior, all under the sound of our own moans filling the room.
Exhausted, and prisoners of the experience we had just lived through, we three lay on the bed, Marcela went to the bathroom, and returned dressed only in a thong. Still panting, she leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder, facing German, who was resting a hand on her hip. Without wanting it, we all fell into a deep and restorative sleep, forced by the alcohol we had consumed. But it wasn't for long. An hour later, some noise woke me up. I barely opened my eyes, saw him starting to caress her breasts, she was with her eyes closed, pleased, and received, murmuring half-asleep her satisfaction, all kinds of handling in her beautiful legs, between her legs, and in her Booty, without pause or hurry; we had the whole world at our disposal. Suddenly he pulled off her thong, then maneuvered to put on a condom and they settled in, Marcela facing away from him and him between her open legs. It seemed to cost him a bit but he managed to penetrate her (it wasn't because of her endowment), and began with the in-and-out. Almost immediately, both were super excited...she, always with her eyes closed on her face, drawing an intense pleasure, her legs, gathered in fetal position and opened as wide as possible to receive him better, moaned and moaned, and took my cock in her hand to start masturbating while German was on top of her, still pushing and retreating, accompanying his movements with groans. We were enjoying it to the maximum for some minutes while I enjoyed the view until the last charges came, accompanied by moans and shudders that announced German had finished his turn leaving Marcela in flames, so she quickly jumped onto me, securing my penis tip with her hand at the entrance of her incinerated cave, pushing until she felt totally penetrated and began to ride like possessed. A few seconds later I reached climax. German had pushed her to her limits, and now he was looking at her recumbent while Marcela twisted in pleasure, her back curved towards the back, with a tremendous orgasm as I released all my content inside her...
Marcela was the first to wake up. The morning found her with both bodies still in bed, naked, and German asleep on one end. She was warm between the two men's bodies from what had happened the night before, which had been full of sex. And waking up like that lit her desire again but she controlled it. She didn't want to move, but when she turned and saw German naked beside her, she felt uncomfortable. She remained silent and felt German hug and caress her breasts several times. She didn't want to move to avoid waking him up. Finally, she had the courage to get up and leave the room, going to the bathroom and waiting. German followed her. When he saw her naked, he only managed to press her against his body and wanted to caress her parts. She wouldn't let him. He moved away and then got under the shower. German wanted to join her but she stopped him. That was as far as it would go. No more... Marcela smiled perversely... German would never again enjoy the sight of her naked body. I had gotten up and seen the scene, so before things got any more uncomfortable, I asked... To the German who got out of the bathroom and I closed the door to give my friend the intimacy she deserves. We shared breakfast together, in silence, since there wasn't much to say or know what to say. After breakfast, German insisted on getting back together that night, but we refused, rather asking him to leave and never see us again. What happened that night was delicious due to fear, risk, and the forbidden, yet at the same time more than enough... I don't know if he understood or got upset, didn't matter to us. We never heard from him again, only that he left the hotel that same day... We never lived through an experience like this again. It wasn't necessary. But the memory of these events still calls to us...
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