Horns...

Hello to all. Sorry if we were missing. I appreciate the support messages. Today, I'll tell our third cuckold experience (the second wasn't good enough to be told). A few months after our first experience. We left with a skinny guy from Belgrano to go get something and see if there was vibe. If so, they would leave for his apartment and I would stay waiting for them at the café. Remember that we had an agreement that the first times I wouldn't participate or be present. One weekday morning when she got out of the office early and I didn't work, we went to the café where we left with the guy. We were both super nervous. She because it was very embarrassing and I because it was my first time having so much contact with the bull. We arrived at the café and since we didn't see anyone sitting alone, we sat down and ordered something to drink. A few seconds later, I saw two people at a table on the other side but one got up and left, leaving another skinny guy sitting there, and that's when I realized it was the lucky one. We made signs and he came over to our table. At first, I didn't like it for two reasons: 1) The idea was to cross paths for a second, not take something together. I would bring them together, they would see if there was vibe and if so, they would leave for his apartment and I would stay there drinking. 2) I didn't like that when we arrived, it was two people sitting at the table. The guy comes over to our table and apologizes a thousand times. He told us he had arrived a few minutes earlier and just ran into an acquaintance who hadn't seen in a long time. A neighbor from the building (he told us he lived in the building next to the café) and that's why they know many people there at the bar. Clarified, I realized the dude couldn't believe how sweet it was. It was obvious if it were up to him, he would have taken her right then. Ha ha. I asked her if everything was okay (that was to ask her if she wanted) I wanted to do it. And he told me that if everything was fine. So there was an agreement. Ja. I'm telling you, if everything was good for both of us, they could go and I would stay here. And that's when the skinny guy tells me if I didn't want to go get something at the apartment. For my peace of mind. Or at least bring a bottle to see where they were going. That seemed excellent to me. So we waited there until they brought what we had asked for. I took my coffee quickly and she took a little water. We paid and left the bar. It was all very crazy. Because it wasn't what we had planned to happen. Nevertheless, it seemed right to both of us. More than anything because when we arrived at the candy store there were two of them. We went out onto the street and my heart was jumping out of my chest. I was walking with my girl and my legs were trembling. We entered the building that was attached and took the elevator. We were trying to talk about any topic, but both I and my partner were pretty quiet. She was sticking to me with her body, but I noticed she was hot. The dude was a bit of a show-off and half-muscular. You could tell he went to the gym. The one who was talking was...he told us he had lived there for 5 years. That the apartment was his (here the truth seemed halfway believable) you could tell he wanted to make a good impression. We entered the apartment and he wanted to show us that it was empty. I said it was no problem. Everything was fine. That's when we talked about what was going to happen for the first time (until then everything was pleasant chat). The skinny guy tells me if I wanted, I could stay in the living room. He would take my partner to the bedroom and I could be close by. To be honest, we had arranged that it was best to give them privacy. So I told him there was no drama...I was going back to the bar. And he gives me the key to the door at the bottom of the building (not the apartment). That way I could stay as long as I wanted and go down when I felt like it. And in the same way...go back up to the department and he would open it for me. You have to acknowledge that I had everything planned out (more than we did). So he gave me the key...he told me that my girl loved him and was dying to start. I hugged her. I kissed her softly and told her I loved her. I noticed her breathing was labored. She also wanted to start. So I told them to enjoy themselves. He took her hand and they went off down a corridor to the room. To be continued?