La puta de Pedro 2

That day I would take the first step in what would be my new life without imagining it, entering Pedro's circle of friends with an active and sexual role, and without realizing it, card games would pass to be card games and sex. Suddenly I felt like the trophy for which men disputed, the most precious jewel, I didn't mind making many women cuckolds and being the youngest of the bored wives of the turn. I started taking one, taking another, satisfying my instinct as a woman, if Pedro won, he would win money, if Pedro lost, I would pay, that was the deal. That need for sex was fulfilled in excess, I transformed into a kind of nymphomaniac who needed more cock each time and Pedro enjoyed it his way with all this, he had the most beautiful and sluttiest woman and he was the only owner of that woman, even though she shared her with everyone... I changed little by little my habits, from being almost unnoticed in gatherings to becoming the center of them, I started dressing more provocatively, started drinking and smoking too... It was very crazy, sometimes someone would take me in a room and I would scream a bit, just to make those outside hear me... Downstairs, Pedro's friends started referring to me as 'Pedro's slut' and while it didn't bother me, it bothered him... And Pedro truly honored his promise, always making me feel like a woman, even though he almost couldn't take me anymore, and always surprised me, in one way or another, his craziness and ideas made my sin irresistible... When he turned sixty we had a big party with his friends, lung cancer was killing him, he used a cane to support his body, despite everything, his family had forgotten about him. Faithful to his habit, he told me - I want you to look beautiful for me, I want to enjoy my woman... He didn't want to tell me much, he wasn't one to tell me much about his plans... That night I bathed, depilated my sex like he liked it, I I put on a small thong that's worn down, the kind that leaves my buttocks in the air, I put it on my high heels and paraded for him like I used to do, it's funny, he repeated that cancer wouldn't kill him, that I would be the one who would cause his cardiac arrest. I let him choose a dress from many, he selected a black one that was shaved somewhat fitted, short below just passing my sex, leaving my twisted thighs uncovered. When the limousine arrived, he leaned on the cane and put his free arm in a jar, so I could take it and with his usual sense of humor said - Just in case... just tell me 'daddy' The car ride was somewhat crazy, despite everything Pedro maintained that hungry wolf somewhere in his body, I noticed how he looked at my legs with little discretion, sitting in the back seat of the car the dress rose more than advised, leaving my thong on the edge. I took one of his hands and placed it on my thigh, then discreetly raised it to my crotch, only opened up a bit so he could feel the warm temperature of my pussy, loved that man too much and got wet just from a touch, didn't take long, but with desire I would have frozen in my mind that moment... We arrived at Rogelio's house who was hosting, a confirmed bachelor, who of course had already caught me several times, I was the only woman, all Pedro's friends who usually played those card games until late at night, even my special man Ezequiel was there tonight. I felt intrigued, so many men, just one woman, knew that something was going on between them, but didn't know what... They brought a large cake, sang happy birthday, we ate, toasted, drank, played some card games, smoked, and I remained the whole time next to Pedro. At some point in the middle of the night, Rogelio asked Pedro - Friend... it's late... do you want the gift you asked for? The bachelor looked at me with a certain look when he said these words. that even bothered me, but my husband, smiled and nodded his head at the same time as he looked at me and winked an eye. One of the men took my hand and led me to a few meters away from where we were, under the attentive gaze of the rest and especially Pedro's, we reached a pool table, the guy took me by the waist and helped me sit down on it, inserting himself between my legs, making my dress ride up higher than advised, then he took my thong in his fingers and removed it carefully to put it aside, pulled out his cock in front of everyone and BAM! He buried it without preamble, I felt so slutty, so dirty being screwed in front of so many men... Started moving inside me, I started getting wet and moaning slowly, looking fixedly at Pedro, only looking at him, for me there was only him, only mattered to me, only wanted to see him come, every moan was for him, every gesture was for him, I was a slut but only for him... At that moment, I felt like my husband was screwing me, although we only maintained visual contact, I intuited that he felt the same as I did... The guy didn't take long to finish, left and made way for another who did exactly the same, screwed me on the table until I filled my pussy with cum, Ezequiel followed, and then another, and another, one after another they were screwing me like a cheap prostitute, my pussy soon filled with semen and began to form a small puddle on the green felt... When everyone had passed through my sex, they helped me get up, that mixture of cum flowed uncontrollably down my legs to my knees. I cleaned myself as best I could, even with my sex still burning from so much cock, put back on my thong and adjusted my dress like a lady... It wasn't much more for that night, soon the ride arrived, all the old friends greeted Pedro and his slut outside it was cold and my husband put his coat over my shoulders... On the way back we were in silence, I felt a bit uncomfortable because I only felt semen flowing from my entrails, I knew that my thong was completely soaked and that it might already be staining the dress, and possibly even the car seat. Pedro looked happy, as if he had had the best sex of his life, I looked at him and said in a tone so that only he could hear and not call attention to the driver - Why do you do it? Do you like seeing strangers having sex with your wife? - For me there are no strangers, for me only you, only I am... - You're crazy... and don't you care what your friends say behind your back? - I don't know what they say? He knew well how to call me, he was just playing with me - What am I, Pedro's slut? Don't you think they should respect me? Or at least respect you? My husband then looked out the car window, stroked his chin and said - Leave them alone, it doesn't matter to me, I only want to see you happy, and if you're happy, then I'm happy... The truth is that everything I lived seems incredible to me, many times we talked with my love and opened up to each other, many times he told me that at some point he felt envy of his friends, but he was content to have sex with me every now and then, he flattered me, telling me I was beautiful, unique, special, and that it didn't matter how many guys had sex with me, because he knew he was the owner of the most beautiful thing I had, my heart. And many times I said things like 'enough! This is the last time', but I knew there would be a next time... By the time Pedro turned 62, he couldn't handle his body anymore, he was invalid, bedridden and his friends were no longer friends, they used to visit him more out of pity than any other reason, nobody had sex with me behind Pedro's back, never, because in my own way, I was loyal to him. Pedro, despite everything, maintained an enviable lucidity, his reasoning, thoughts, sagacity did not match the skeleton he had become. time, despite everything, he was still smoking and it no longer made sense to stop him. He spent long hours with his addiction, cards, only now he had internet friends, played on his notebook, behind the screen, with strangers. Pedro with his perverse brain would have more surprises for this slut that lived inside me, because my dry days had returned again, and that was not the woman I wanted my beloved husband to see... Pedro, despite his age and problems, was very active on social media, especially liked Facebook. He searched and searched, became part of a closed group of exchanges, threesomes, and all those things that usually push morality and good customs. When he told me about it, I was already too invested in the topic and, as always, did it behind my back. I knew what he was planning because he told me sometimes, always testing my reaction, until finally he did, took one of my photos, which were a few years old, taken at the beach, where I looked very beautiful, and under an ad that said 'I'm looking for men to realize a gangbang with my wife, contact by private'. The response was almost immediate, came requests after requests, interested types who didn't even know me, like flies attracted to my photo. I thought Pedro might be joking just to waste his time, but whoever knew Pedro knew when he was joking and when he wasn't, and when he called me every now and then to show me the photos of the applicants and make me choose yes or no, well, I had no more doubts... One night, while we were enjoying a good wine and sharing a cigarette on the table, sharing moments of intimacy, I said - Really want to do it? Or rather, really want me to do it? - I think it will be one of the last things I'll enjoy... His response sounded posthumous, I think he sensed the anxiety in my face, so he blew a ring of smoke over me and we broke the tension with a smile. Contrary to What they could imagine, that day I was too calm, I felt like the situation's owner and the gentlemen who one by one arrived at home didn't bother me, perfect strangers to me and him. I never understood how people can just prepare for sex like animals, without a single poor sentiment... Suddenly our bedroom was filled with 14 naked men, Pedro in a corner and I, the only woman. I can say that among them they treated me like a worn-out slut, there were no restrictions, everything was allowed, they took turns around me as if I were a raised slut followed by a bunch of hot dogs just to mount her. They put me in every position they could imagine, in every situation they could imagine, in every form they could imagine, because one would leave and two others would come, and two would leave and three would come, they gave it to me from behind, from the front, on both sides, in my mouth, interminable hands caressed my entire body, I lost track of time and space, I dilated in every direction, I sucked cocks, one, two, all, as the minutes passed, the more slut I felt and the more I enjoyed it. I sweated all over, half excitement, half madness, I tried to maintain visual contact with Pedro at all times, but the swarm of men surrounding me made it impossible, I screamed, moaned, cried... I could count many details about the sex itself, but I think it's not relevant... Only summarize that after finishing the bed seemed like a minefield, I had lost count of how many I had swallowed and how many cocks I had sucked, my jaw was somewhat numb, my pussy was rebelling and hurt deep down from all the whippings I received, my ass didn't feel it anymore and it was so open that I couldn't close it, my breasts hurt, I couldn't even brush against my nipples, I had like brushstrokes of semen all over my body, on my face, until in my hair, next to Pedro seemed the man most... happy from the earth, with that smile on his face that loved me so much, I looked at him lying on my side, I didn't have strength to even lift myself up, damn it, what they had given me! I only responded to his smile, closed my eyes and fell asleep. Little later Pedro was really bad, he had been hospitalized for 15 days with a reserved prognosis, he had lost too much weight and was bedridden, on my part something had changed in me, I didn't feel well and the absence of my period made me suspect, I bought a pregnancy test, yes! positive!!! I ran to tell Pedro, sat down beside him and said slowly - My love, I don't know if you're listening, but I have some news for you, we're going to be parents! A tear was running down my face at that moment, Pedro seemed unconscious and I didn't know if he could really hear what I was saying, I had no idea who that sperm cell really was, but for me, without a doubt the love Pedro had for me made him the father. Pedro died the next day, not many people came to his farewell, despite warning all his 'friends', only three showed up for a brief time, like fulfilling an obligation, I was surprised not to see Ezequiel. My parents were also there with me and forgot old grudges, of course without imagining everything I'm narrating. Some neighbors, friends from life, relatives, you know... Many asked about his ex-wife, a notable absence, only Bianca, his daughter, my lost friend who hadn't seen in years was beside her father, however we didn't exchange a word, just crossed some glances... Today I'm rebuilding my life and I'm in love again with a man of my age, far from all that madness, little Pedro will be three years old, somehow he'll always remind me of his father, the love of my life.