Esposa Libidinosa [01]

CHAPTER 1
Who am I and who is heMy husband was to blame for making me addicted to good cocks, stallions with big balls, and good sex in general. Although I was genetically always a horny woman, my husband's permission allowed these passions to intensify.

I'll tell you our story.

My name is Rebeca Fuentes, and I'm the queen of pics, which means I belong to the hotwifes club; hot wives who have sex with other men with their husbands' consent. But I don't like being with just any man, only one that's alpha, intelligent, chivalrous but also manic and perverted, those who enjoy erotic games and seduction, because although I love having sex, 90% of my orgasms are due to the preliminaries.

I'm 38 years old, with two children, a 18-year-old son named Uriel, and a 17-year-old daughter named Allison, both studying in university and high school respectively. My husband is 44 years old and his name is Alfonso (although we affectionately call him Poncho), and he has the peculiarity of being a consenting cuck.

I work as an event organizer where I focus on design, planning, catering service, and execution. Poncho works as a sales executive at a Toyota car dealership, earning minimum wage unless he has good sales in the month.

There are months when things go better for me due to the number of events I have. As a planner, I tend to stay in shape. That's why I regularly visit the gym and take care of my personal appearance as much as possible to look and feel good. I always wear executive skirts, heels, and pantyhose. Never missing earrings and bracelets.

Physically, I'm short, 1:65 meters tall, but I see myself taller than I am because I use 15-centimeter heels that are longer than the 12.5 centimeters of my cockhold's penis in its state erection. I have it well measured.

I use those heels because I like to remind my cockhold how pathetic his little dick is compared to the heels of my shoes:

—Sweetheart, what does it feel like knowing that the length of my heels is longer than your small pit?

Poncho or Osito, as I affectionately call him due to his complexions, gets excited when I make comments like that, so he immediately gets hard and wants to grab me, although I rarely let him continue. I like having him at two candles so he has continuous excitement.

As for me, I like wearing my hair long, and since it's naturally curly, I take advantage of those qualities that are often praised by both men and women.

Since I have very white skin, I'm one of those who often change the color of their hair with frequency, sometimes going blonde, chestnut, or red-haired, in short. Any tone suits my fair skin. Currently, I'm carrying a blue-black tone that shines in the sunlight at noon. The reddish tone I use to tint my thick lips contrasts well with it.

As a good Latina, I have pronounced hips and an ass that can't be matched by combining two human heads. I think that's my greatest attribute, my round and prominent buttocks. And Poncho, my husband, is aware of how lucky he is to have a big booty wife like me by his side.

Despite having breastfed my two sons, my breasts still remain firm, shaped like heavy pears, although they hang a bit due to their impressive volume and weight. Otherwise, being sincere, I'm not a woman with a small waist. And at my age, I don't pretend to have one, but my wide hips and thick legs help me hide it.

I have an oval face, a fine nose, thick black eyelashes that I hydrate with everything I find in the market, and green eyes that were the best inheritance my father gave me.

I must say I have a pair of areolas as big as coins, and I've discovered that they really excite men. They make you look more slutty, some of my lovers have told me, and I believe them, because just seeing them makes their penises get hard like a rail.

I'm a bit authoritarian in character, much more so than I'd like, especially when it comes to my work and home, which is what matters to me and gets priority. Although I'm promiscuous, I've raised my kids with good values and in their eyes I'm a good mother.

Something negative is that I like having control over everything that happens around me because I don't like feeling contrary or uncertain. Despite being an educated woman, I have a loose mouth and say vulgarity when it comes out of my ass.

You know how and where to behave according to the status deserves. I would never embarrass my family by doing or saying something silly in public. Obviously, in front of important people I behave decently, very refined, but among friends, lovers, and family, I like being simply myself, and I talk straight up, as they say.

In short, I'm a very practical woman, I say things as they are and don't like hypocrisy. That's why I don't like playing double-faced and that's why many people, especially my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law, don't like me because they say I'm too coarse and I ignore my husband, as if he were my puppet.

This last part is true, but it's because Poncho is a guy who can't defend himself against those harpy daughters of sluts that are his sisters. He's very laid-back and submissive. He doesn't defend himself. His sisters took away almost everything his dad had left him, except for a farm I'm helping him fight for.

On the intimate side, if I'm sincere, I consider myself a very sexy and hot woman. I've become addicted to men who are virile and initiative-taking, mainly those who are dominant and seductive, regardless of whether they have big cocks. Oh no, if they're ugly or handsome. The problem is that I like it, because then I'll do anything to take them to bed (or the counter of any motel, you never know).

I don't mind saying it, because as I said before, I like sincerity and I don't care if someone thinks me vulgar, or if they think it's good or bad. It's fine with me, I'm not going to be criticized for eating or feeling judged. I'm one of those women who believe that most women are as hot and sexy as I am, but they're so prudish that it takes them a while to recognize it. Anyway...

I love having sex. I adore dirty and morbid sex. I'm very slutty in bed, and that's why I find it fascinating to be compliant with my partner and moan, scream, ask for more cock and come hard while I give myself some great sensations on the penis or when they're riding me like a sexy girl in heat.

I get really excited when they have me on all fours like a slut, when they're pounding my cock or bum, pulling my hair and saying obscenities. That never happened to my Osito.

As I said, I also like it when they give it to me in the bum, although to be frank, that hole has only just been broken in, since the one who deflowered me gave me such a tasty cock that I'm becoming addicted to anal sex.

That's why I always look for my partners to be clean and healthy, because being promiscuous is one thing, but being a girl is another: that's why I make sure my recurring lovers get tested for ETS, since I prefer them to take me by the hair given my taste because they fill my pussy with their cum when they come, until it drips down my thighs.

No experience is better than when they stuff me full of cock and spit out all their hot cum inside my uterus. I adore the feeling of being filled up by that viscous and burning cream so that afterwards it can slide between my legs...

I'm also one who swallows the semen when it's spat in my mouth, after... I've had it up to here with everything and eggs. I like looking at myself in the mirror and seeing how slutty I am, with my mouth smeared with remnants of kisses, saliva, and sweat, with my eyeliner running down my eyes, my makeup ruined, and the lip gloss painted on my eggs and cock.

All a tramp, I know, but that's what I am, so what more does it matter? But as I said at the beginning, before all these obscenities, I like being courted, seduced, and, without a doubt, enjoying foreplay.

How we met

I met Poncho, my husband, over 19 years ago at a dance in Ciudad Valles, San Luis Potosí, Mexico, where I'm from. He called me out because he was such a correct and serene man. To be Osito's man, he was very little vulgar and his courtships were almost like a romantic movie, bordering on corniness. I confess that it was what caught my attention about him, that he was so different from the other male beasts who only wanted to screw (which isn't even a complaint).

Osito was very meticulous with me, timid, reserved, and could be said to be even pudgy, and because of those same qualities we managed to formalize our relationship. We went out several weeks, going to cafes, the square, the movies or dinner, and since we were still just friends, I kept screwing my ex girlfriend.

Osito then proposed that I be his girlfriend and I accepted. There I broke up with kitty from my ex, although I missed the first days of her virginity, and more because Poncho didn't take the step to screw me and I didn't understand why. Yet, his conversations were entertaining and I adored how he always paid attention to everything I told him. As I told him more about my sexual experiences, he became more reluctant to make love with me. On the other hand, he didn't like being the center of attention, and that was another point in his favor.

Over time it got weird that we wouldn't go beyond kissing and fondling when we'd been going out together for a while.

I'm one of those who... They heat up with great ease, mainly when they kiss me. It's feeling a tongue in my mouth to moisten me on the spot. When Poncho kissed and rubbed me against the zipper, I felt a lump in his pants, but nothing out of this world. I thought his deflated lump was due to him not being completely excited because he felt uncomfortable on the street where I hung from him, grabbed his crotch with my body, and made him squeeze my butt and breasts, but he didn't go beyond that.

At first, I said - okay, it's respectful, he's not one of those who fall in love with details and nice words only to take you to bed later, this boy is really romantic and wants something serious and real.

It was all so real that after almost a year, he proposed to me and I, like a crazy person, without even having had him, said yes. It was the fever of love. But so many months of sexual abstinence started taking their toll on me and putting me in a bad mood. My vibrators and dildos no longer satisfied me. I, used to getting it since the first date, this guy who thought he was - gentlemanly- and wanted our relationship to be slow and steady. He was leaving me at pan and water, with my nipples stiff and my little cake moist. I thought it wasn't fair.

Then it happened that after a year of being together, supposedly in love, after a night out drinking at a disco, I got tired of walking around sweaty hands and told him;

- Well, Poncho, it's enough, I'm really hot. My little one is dripping with desire, and you're not motivated. So I'm warning you once: either you take me now or I'll leave and find someone else who will take me.

Poncho was surprised by my blunt request and even got indignant at first, telling me he only wanted to make me feel like a lady, that he wasn't like the others. But when he saw it was serious, he tried to justify himself by saying he had been raised with Christian values and I only wanted to be respected. Since I was drunk, I didn't measure my actions and laughed like a crazy woman when he told me he wanted to make love until marriage, so I said:

—Look, Poncho, if you think I'm a virgin, you're wrong. I've already told you many of my sexual experiences and now you know how horny I am. My hymen was broken when I was 13, and since then more dildos have been put in my vagina than your tongue has been in my mouth in the last few months. Tell me the truth, are you a fag, and only with me to cover up someone's eyes? Look, some friends of mine have already told me that your delicate and docile attitudes towards me aren't normal.

Poncho froze and got very hurt from what I said. He stirred several times, stood up, sat down, gave it several turns where we were standing, and said:

—How can you think I'm a fag, Rebeca? Of course not, that's very offensive on your part.

—Then why don't you want to screw with me, Osito? Is it because you can't or what?

—No, if I could stop myself, I would. The thing is there's a small problem.

I didn't manage to perceive the level of shame he had over me due to my drunkenness, even so I kept at him mercilessly.

—What small problem, Osito? If you're not gay and say you can, then what's wrong with you?

—It's that it embarrasses me to tell you, Rebeca.

—Fucked by you, Poncho, either speak clearly or we'll leave everything here. I feel like you're hiding many things from me and that's not convenient for our relationship. Talk honestly or better let's break up.

I remember that night I forced him to go to my room after the disco at the university residence where I lived. I insisted on us kissing passionately, and in between we touched each other, he more than me, in my ass and breasts.

Immediately I was naked, he helped with that, taking off each piece of clothing slowly until I was left with only my breasts and the nipples outside. His eyes fixed anxiously on my breasts, then on my shaved pubis, moist and slightly open, on my round and hard buttocks. Osito hugged my flesh and whipped my ass several times as if his life depended on it.

—Awwww! That's it, Osito, that's it... squeeze me!

He massaged my prominences and squeezed them like he never had before since we met. I was wild, agitated, rubbing against him like a slut, showing him what belonged to him and hadn't had the courage to claim. I let myself be handled. I gave myself to him and made it clear that I was his. With minutes left, I asked him to undress, actually helping him with that.

But then, what happened next left both of us so bewildered that it would have been better not to have seen him naked ever again to spare ourselves such embarrassments, he more than me.

I think my cruelty came from my drunkenness rather than my true disappointment. Deep down, I also wanted him, and I recognize that I never should have mocked him so cruelly, but I was younger and less experienced then.

—Don't be a jerk, jajaja, what's hanging there? Is it clear that it's already erect?

Osito, dead of shame, put his hands over his anodyne genitals.

—Don't be cruel to me, Rebecca, please, it gives me so much shame.

—You can't be such a jerk, Poncho!

—Do you see why I didn't want to have sex with you, Rebecca? Because what you said about the sizes you had eaten made me feel sorry for my... size disappointing you. That's why I didn't want anything from you yet.

—Well, Poncho, was your idea to fall in love with me, make me dependent on you, and then reveal this miniaturized thing you have? You can't be such a jerk! It's unfair, Osito, unfair!

—In the midst of rage, my drunkenness made me cry.

What you have there looks more like a clitoris than a penis. I would be furious and disappointed enough to sob with rage. It measured about 12 or 13 centimeters, which is supposed to be an average size, but that night he was so ashamed that his penis shrunk and almost got hidden by his belly, because he's a chubby guy with a bit of a belly, a nice and huggable fat boy who I at least liked.

The poor guy started whining, and honestly, I felt bad for him. I understood that I had to calm down, but I felt betrayed, humiliated, and terribly disappointed. Why would he hide something that might not be so serious from me until we were tired of each other? It didn't seem fair.

Don't be so hard on me, Rebeca, because I love you, and if I didn't tell you anything was because I know you're a lot for me.

Okay, Poncho, I wiped away my tear - I don't want to be cruel to you either, but don't lie, do you really think that with how hot and sexy I am, I'm going to settle for that little thing the rest of my days, marrying you? - I showed him the engagement ring he had given me only a couple of weeks before.

I wasn't saying it seriously. I was in love with him until the end, but if I wanted to humiliate him, it was because I felt hurt by his hiding.

I'm very good at oral sex, and also with my fingers, he said (and boy did he have reason to say that.)

But at that moment, nothing mattered to me. I was furious all over the place.

Don't mess with me, Poncho, I left a macho like Héctor for you. See how ashamed he looked! Only one of his is bigger than your little thing. My vagina is already adapted to his cock, where do you think I'm going to settle for your little thing, your mouth or your fingers? You're crazy, asshole, you're crazy!

And like a fool, I started crying again.

I remember that I was a university freshman who didn't know how to handle certain situations.

Please, Rebeca, he said, looking at me with... knees —you have to forgive me, I love you, this can't just stay like this. I'm very in love with you. There must be a solution.

—You should have been frank with me from the beginning, Poncho, that's the only reality! I won't lie to you, I really like you, I feel very nice things for you, but for me honesty and sex are equally indispensable as love. Your pure love isn't enough for me. I need honesty. If you had told me since the first day maybe I wouldn't have even bothered, like you say, if you're good with your tongue or fingers then we would have tried it. What doesn't seem fair to me is that you wanted to sell me a lie. And now I don't know if I want to have sex with you anymore. This has given me a low point.

—But we haven't even tried, Rebeca. You haven't let me show you what I can do. What I can provoke in you.

I laughed at him involuntarily.

—For the moment, Ponchito, the only thing you're provoking is pity in me. But it's okay. Let's see, I'll open my legs and let you do your thing.

Without any foreplay I lay down on my bed on my back. In that position my enormous nipples dazzled my Osito. His little cock popped out of its hiding place and got hard like a mast. It didn't get any bigger than it was at the beginning, but I noticed it was harder. I looked at him with curiosity and opened my legs for him. I offered myself to him, showing him my wetness on my vertical lips. My pubic hair was trimmed, I still wasn't doing permanent depilation like now.

Osito liked it. I saw it in his hungry face and the trembling of his body. There he realized that he had been right and I was a lot of woman for him. But he didn't stop. Poncho as he rushed towards me wanted to show me how skilled he could be with his tongue and mouth.

And I believed him. I confirmed that he was right. He was very good with his tongue and fingers. He was very good at sucking my major and minor lips. He took possession of my enormous breasts and at the same time put his tongue in the depth of my juicy tear. After stimulating my clitoris. I finished soaked and panting several times.

But when the hour of truth arrived, it didn't meet my expectations. Teddy put his miserable little dick in me and it slid off my fat ass and I didn't even notice. I don't want to say that I didn't feel its protuberance inside, but my little hole was too dilated from the stimulation he had given me with his tongue and fingers for me to barely notice.

I smiled cruelly when I realized I was getting excited not feeling anything. It was a rare and somewhat crazy sensation. Getting hot because I wasn't feeling it. Getting hot seeing his face of fright while he was penetrating me with force, very strong, and I had my legs open, eating my own nipples with my mouth, lifting up my nipples with my fingers.

Teddy pounding me until he exhausted himself and I laughed at him, feeling a tingling sensation all over my body from the pleasure it produced by humiliating me with my inference. Then Teddy told me he was going to come, I asked him to pull out and throw them in his hands. He did. I saw him convulsing. His hands remained wet with his little spurts of semen.

—Rub them on my face, Teddy, so at least you can see for the last time what it's like to have your load dripping all over my face.

Poncho hurried to smear me with his goop. I groaned. Let myself be smeared. He looked at his work and I laughed. With my tongue, I collected the remnants of my lips. He shuddered. Poncho was devoted to me, and I wanted to check how obedient he would be if I asked him.

—Wipe your goop off my face, but do it with your tongue.

—But Rebecca, what a disgusting ass.

—Do it, Teddy, just do it.

His face made many faces of disgust, but it was enough for him to close his eyes and leave my face clean of his semen. Everything he was collecting he was spitting out on the floor. I didn't stop laughing. He was on top of me. His chest pressed against my full breasts filled with meat. Teddy separated himself and his dick returned to its invisible state of Before.  —So that's all your potential, Teddy? —I embarrassed you.  My fiancé swallowed saliva and turned pale.  —At least I made you wet, Rebecca. In fact, I made you moan several times— he rejoiced.  —You have good mouth and good fingers, you're right— I admitted, dressing myself—, but not much cock.  —And what did you feel when I put my penis in?  There I laughed cruelly. I couldn't help it.  —Do you want to tell me what you felt? Regret, a lot of regret for you.  Poncho narrowed his eyes and saddened.  —But you moaned— he insisted.  —Only when you used your tongue and fingers.  —What do you mean?  I got up. I closed my legs to hide my used vagina and felt the weight of my breasts on my chest.  —Look, Poncho, really I was more focused on not having your little thing come out of my hole than thinking if I would enjoy it. And you were more concentrated on whether I felt pleasure, than enjoying it. Let's just leave it like that. Don't humiliate me anymore in front of me. There will be some girl who likes your little thing and is satisfied with it. I, honestly, don't. Like I'm saying, I feel very nice things for you, but it's not enough, and if I'm sincere, I don't want to hurt you.  —But Rebecca...  —Sorry, Poncho, I'll return your engagement ring— I took it off my ring finger—, but the truth is I don't want to continue with this. Take care of yourself, and be happy. Now matured.  By then I was a girl studying at university. I didn't have a scholarship, so my small income for buying clothes and things like that came from my dad, who by the way was as traditional as Ponchito. If Dad had found out that his daughter was a slut who liked opening her legs in bed after bed, he would have sent me to hell and goodbye university, goodbye phone, goodbye clothes, goodbye bills.  Before Poncho was my boyfriend for a year, rumors had already reached my parents that I was having sex with my university classmates, I used to take alcohol and get very followed, so they gave me an ultimatum: if I didn't show them that I was a girl with manners, serious and good student, they would cut off all help and I would have to get by on my own as best I could.

Only for that reason did it suit me to have Poncho as my boyfriend, since he represented everything my parents wanted from a man for me; chivalrous, handsome, educated, studious and with good values. And he knew it, because from the beginning he was very well accepted by my folks.

—How are we going to explain this to your parents, Rebeca? How are we going to explain it to my sisters, who raised me?—she cried again—. It will be a scandal and a disappointment. The invitations are already out for six months from now. The announcements and the church date, after your graduation. Don't do this to me, please, Rebeca...

It caused me a lot of commotion to see him on his knees over my feet again, crying, begging me not to leave him. But, honestly, I didn't have pity. I loved him a lot, but that night I was completely convinced that I couldn't marry him.

—Leave me alone, Poncho, please.

—Rebeca, you told me you loved me, that you felt very nice things for me.

—I do, Osito, it's true, I feel very nice things for you, I love you, but it's not enough. I need more. You don't live only on love, but also on sex.

—Yes, I understand. You're leaving me because... you think I won't be able to satisfy your sexual needs. That I won't give in.

—I just saw that myself, Osito.

—But tell me, Rebeca, if you could live a full sexuality, would you settle for my love?

—you know the answer is yes, Poncho, but with you it's impossible.

—Wait, Rebeca, I'm... trying... to tell you... and it costs me a lot.

—What are you going to say?

—I have a proposal to avoid everything going to hell, to avoid a scandal and all that.

—What kind of proposal are you talking about, Poncho?

—This will only work if you truly love me at least a little bit.— I sentenced myself.

—Yes, yes, I already told you that, but what's your proposal?

Poncho was looking down. His lips were trembling and he didn't want to look at me in the eyes until he said:

—if you, Rebecca, love me, and you're okay with my love... then it doesn't matter to me if you find the sexual part outside of home... with discretion, responsibility, and... without me finding out.

—What are you saying what? Damn it, Poncho.

This was more than I would have imagined. At first, I couldn't believe it, and in fact, I remained stunned.

—Don't make me repeat it again, precious, please.

—Are you giving me permission to go out there and screw someone else, and be okay with your affection, your little love, just so we don't cause a scandal among our families?

—It's not just that, Rebecca, the main thing is because I love you a lot, and it would hurt my soul to lose you.

—But this is madness, do you know, Poncho? You can't have so little dignity and self-esteem to ask me something like this.

—Don't make me question it again, precious, my Rebecca, please, because if not I'll regret it.

—I'm saying that you have to, Poncho, you have to seriously question what you're proposing. You're telling me that you'll give me permission to go out there and screw someone else just so we can get married, isn't it true that instead of loving me more you're obsessed with me? What you're asking doesn't make sense.

—I love you, and I'm willing to sacrifice if... in truth you love me and marry me.

I couldn't believe it. Everything was very surreal.

—What are the conditions?— I warned before signing that tacit agreement.

—that sometimes... you try to do the love with me.

—Ahaha?— I said. It didn't seem like a torture trying if as a reward I could screw whoever I wanted.

—and one more condition.

—Come on... tell it.

—that... your adventures be... with men outside our circle, and that, please, you're discreet and avoid... that I find out so explicitly. I want to know that I'm a cuck and much less that our families find out. I would die of shame.

—It seems fair —I shrugged—. But I still think it's madness, do you know? I believe you want to have a trophy at home instead of a wife.

—I love you, Rebeca, but for this to work, you also have to love me. That's why tell me if you love me, Rebeca, do you love me or will you leave me for the first man who screws you better than I?

—Of course I love you, Alfonso, and because I love you am being sincere with you, because I wouldn't want to lie to you and hurt you afterwards!

—Then accept what I propose, precious. Let's get married on these terms.

—Are you sure you won't regret it later?

—I think so.

—Do you think so, or are you sure? —I nagged him.

—I'm sure.

—Well, then... with such terms, and in that case, I accept... I'll marry you.

And there, implicitly, we tacitly sign our marital agreement. He would be a consenting cuck, and I a queen of cocks; a slut who'd have to act discreetly.


THE STORY CONTINUES

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