After that first screw with Amir, she started going out with him once a week, taking her to the hotel and spending all afternoon screwing, and I would put it back in when I returned. Sometimes she'd tell me how the Hindu had screwed her and make me come in buckets, but then she'd say it wasn't true, just a fantasy. Everything fell apart when, while Amir was taking a bath at the hotel, my wife grabbed his cell phone and found the videos I had shared; she got into a huge mess and forced him to tell her how he had gotten those videos of her being rolled around by her friends; the Hindu ended up confessing our agreement since there was no other way out and Maggie was so hysterical that almost got kicked out of the hotel. That day, I was already asleep when the movement in bed woke me up, the bedroom light was off but the living room light was on. Maggie sat at the foot of the bed and looked at me with her beautiful eyes filled with tears. Then she told me she thought that was our last day as a married couple and divorce was the most likely option. What's wrong, my love? I asked a bit upset, imagining the worst, a robbery, a big problem, etc. But she didn't answer, just sobbed; sometimes she wanted to talk but couldn't think of what to say. I asked her again and again without getting an answer and about 15 minutes later, Amir sent me a text message apologizing and explaining what had happened, finally asking if he could call me to talk; that cleared up all my doubts, so I went and hugged my wife tightly, kissing her hair with its delicious sweat sexual aroma. As much as I could explain it to her, telling her how much I loved her, she stopped crying, although I'd told her a thousand times that if she slept with others, I wouldn't get angry; she never believed me, and not I understood how I could forgive her for going around giving it to other guys and in such a vulgar way. It took quite some time before she could convince me that I loved her and wouldn't leave her even if she became even more of a slut (if that's possible). She asked me a thousand questions trying to understand, and I answered all of them. Finally, already calmer, she asked about the ranchers; I opened up to her, telling her how I met Rodo, when I took her horseback riding so she could get it on, when I took her to the barbecue and spied on her from the closet; then when Xavier got it on with her at work; and how I also managed to get her to sleep with Amir. 'So you have those videos?' she asked incredulously. I told her yes, and that I loved watching her being possessed by them and would masturbate wildly. She confessed that sometimes she'd review my laptop out of female jealousy to make sure I didn't have any other mistress, but never found anything; so I brought the computer right there in bed and opened a folder hidden away and showed it to her, the videos had dates and names like 'Rodo fucks Maggie', 'The three give cock to my wife', 'The Chinese gets it on with me in the hot tub', 'Gonzo gets it on with Maggie alone', etc. She was still very embarrassed so I thought the only way to get over it was by watching the videos together; that's why when she herself asked '...and what's your favorite?' I double-clicked the one of the three of us together, giving her all my holes, and sat down beside her to watch it. She got comfortable on her back while we watched how they enjoyed her body, my hand caressing her ass under her skirt. That's how that day ended, we had wild sex watching the videos, listening to her recorded moans.
Since that day, our marriage changed, we had almost daily sex, sometimes watching the videos, sometimes just talking about them; she stopped going out so often with the Hindu and the ranchers, now she'd stay and get it on with me, and became even more sexual than before; she liked it when We would go together and she'd flirt with other guys, now she dressed more provocatively and asked me suggestive questions on the street: Do you think that guy over there would like to get me? and I'd give her encouragement, Of course he would, love, you're precious I'd reply, Ask him! then she'd approach the guy in question and have innocent but flirtatious conversations, and thus several gave her their cell number. Just seeing her chatting smiling with her beautiful eyes fixed on the guy's eyes without knowing what they were talking about made me excited; curiously none of them ever contacted her.
Things went normally with Amir until one day he invited me to talk at his gas station. He told me he had a friend, Roshan (one of the guys who was with Amir the day they saw Maggie at that bar), and insisted on introducing him to Maggie since that day he fell in love with her. According to Amir, Roshan is a middle-aged man, wearing glasses, slightly chubby, and shy, married but his children were already away at university; his wife was a woman with a horrible temper, they had been committed by their parents from a young age and now she treated him poorly for everything. I told Amir to ask Maggie, it all depended on whether she wanted or not; I only asked him as a favor not to tell his friend that I knew about my wife's escapades. Amir asked Maggie afterwards and said Roshan was the owner of two gas stations, had money, and was willing to give my wife eight hundred dollars just for going out with her to dinner. Now Maggie was asking me for advice, her husband; we talked for half an hour but in summary I told her: Look, you're a beautiful woman, your body is delicious and you're free to go out with whoever you want; enjoy life, your freedom, and your sexuality, and if doing that earns you good money, even better! The only problem is that Amir said Roshan isn't so young attractive I said maybe you won't like it but she explained that women don't feel as attracted to the physical or handsome male, but rather the chemistry between them. She told me Amir would take her out to dinner to introduce her to Roshan and then see what happens. The day of the dinner my wife got dressed up, did her hair and makeup, wore dark stockings, a tight mini skirt like a businesswoman, but above it was a thin red blouse made of the same material as the skirt that was more like just a small piece of cloth in the shape of a top that marked her nipples well; I got pleasure rubbing her tits over the fabric while she was getting ready and her little nipples stood up more; also an executive suit made of the same material as the skirt to cover the blouse. On the way, Amir acted somewhat cold, didn't touch her or make her suck his cock like it was customary, knew his role as a friend who takes my wife out with his friend; he asked her to be nice to Roshan, telling her how unhappy he was with his wife, that in sex only missionary position and with the light off were possible, so oral or anal sex were impossible, thus the man was a world of fantasies that only saw in porn movies. They had agreed to meet at the casino bar where Roshan already waited with drinks, Maggie knew that having alcohol would make her give in (or grab her ass). For a good while they dined and talked about work, etc. my wife didn't hold back on the drink and Roshan, very friendly, told her to order whatever she wanted, so after several glasses of something, she already felt drunk, happy and hot, took off her jacket and her beautiful tits were the attraction for the men there. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, a stranger approached her kindly and gave her his card to call him. Since nobody opened up about the reason for dinner, Maggie took advantage of a silence that had and got close, putting her hand on Roshan's leg and looking at him in the eyes Then, do you want to go out with me? the two Hindus looked at each other in surprise not knowing what to say, Roshan likes you since that day he saw you at the bar said Amir trying to help, Is it true? my wife asked the poor man, It's true he said timidly, I've been thinking about you a lot since then, Awwww! she said with tenderness, You're a love and hugged him tightly pressing her cheek against his; this, and the drink, helped Roshan open up a bit more, he was willing to pay my wife just for going out to dinner with him, but she, already uninhibited by the alcohol, ventured further: Look, she said to the Hindu, I accept the dinner, but I think it's unfair that you pay that amount and there's no sex, they were left stunned, so after dinner take me to a hotel and help me with your fantasies... how about? Roshan accepted happily in life but still surprised. So they set a date, and closed the deal, drank a bit more and paying the bill went out to the parking lot, while the two friends bid each other farewell in their language, my wife sent me a text message as she left her bag on Amir's car.
Maggie 'ya finished dinner, Sweetie, we're heading back'
I 'what's up? Are you going to give it to Roshan?' Emoji of laughter.
Maggie 'I think so, he's in a good mood'
I 'has he become handsome?'
Maggie 'not handsome but nice'
I 'and what about the ticket they said?'
Maggie 'oh you're just thinking about money' Emoji of laughter.
I '?'
Maggie 'it'll be 800'
I 'are you going to take it?'
She didn't answer me anymore because they interrupted her. Maggie realized Roshan wasn't taking his eyes off her breasts, so after a goodbye hug she said smiling mischievously: 'Don't leave without touching them a little', he couldn't figure out what to do, then she took his hands and put them on the fabric of her blouse over her hard nipples, he was just caressing them timidly and she pulled the fabric down to let them out and for the Hindu to feel them in all their glory, she was fondling them a little, but Amir, worried that someone might come, laughed and said it was enough. Roshan got into his car with a tremendous erection and when his car disappeared from view, my wife threw herself at Amir with a passionate kiss and told him in his ear 'take me to a hotel' she said, 'I'm very hot'. She didn't say it twice and since the casino has a very high hotel, they went back inside. While the Hindu was getting the room, Maggie texted me again:
Maggie love, better sleep, Amir is going to take me to the hotel
I and that?
Maggie I let Roshan grab my breasts before he left and I got hot Hot emoji.
I ha ha ha, seriously?
Maggie yes, Amir is renting the room
I ok, love, let him catch you from all sides
Maggie ufff, that's what I'm waiting for, I can't take it anymore
I ok, kisses Kisses emoji.
I fell asleep; she arrived around 3 am, smelling of alcohol and sex, telling me that once in the hotel elevator (they went up to floor 19) they kissed passionately, and the Hindu didn't stop fondling her breasts and she was squeezing his erection over his pants. He moved away from her a bit Hey, do you know these elevators have video cameras, right? She turned around and looked at the camera above, in the corner of the elevator, then she got behind Amir, resting her ass on him, and lowered her red top to her waist, letting her breasts out. Then she grabbed his hands and put them over hers, squeezing them. That's how she went with her breasts exposed until they reached the room they had rented without anyone crossing their path. She told me it was very nice because he screwed her with the light on and the curtains open, far away only the distant city lights could be seen; obviously, no one could see them since they were very high up (perhaps someone with binoculars) but it was still very hot.
Since that day, our marriage changed, we had almost daily sex, sometimes watching the videos, sometimes just talking about them; she stopped going out so often with the Hindu and the ranchers, now she'd stay and get it on with me, and became even more sexual than before; she liked it when We would go together and she'd flirt with other guys, now she dressed more provocatively and asked me suggestive questions on the street: Do you think that guy over there would like to get me? and I'd give her encouragement, Of course he would, love, you're precious I'd reply, Ask him! then she'd approach the guy in question and have innocent but flirtatious conversations, and thus several gave her their cell number. Just seeing her chatting smiling with her beautiful eyes fixed on the guy's eyes without knowing what they were talking about made me excited; curiously none of them ever contacted her.
Things went normally with Amir until one day he invited me to talk at his gas station. He told me he had a friend, Roshan (one of the guys who was with Amir the day they saw Maggie at that bar), and insisted on introducing him to Maggie since that day he fell in love with her. According to Amir, Roshan is a middle-aged man, wearing glasses, slightly chubby, and shy, married but his children were already away at university; his wife was a woman with a horrible temper, they had been committed by their parents from a young age and now she treated him poorly for everything. I told Amir to ask Maggie, it all depended on whether she wanted or not; I only asked him as a favor not to tell his friend that I knew about my wife's escapades. Amir asked Maggie afterwards and said Roshan was the owner of two gas stations, had money, and was willing to give my wife eight hundred dollars just for going out with her to dinner. Now Maggie was asking me for advice, her husband; we talked for half an hour but in summary I told her: Look, you're a beautiful woman, your body is delicious and you're free to go out with whoever you want; enjoy life, your freedom, and your sexuality, and if doing that earns you good money, even better! The only problem is that Amir said Roshan isn't so young attractive I said maybe you won't like it but she explained that women don't feel as attracted to the physical or handsome male, but rather the chemistry between them. She told me Amir would take her out to dinner to introduce her to Roshan and then see what happens. The day of the dinner my wife got dressed up, did her hair and makeup, wore dark stockings, a tight mini skirt like a businesswoman, but above it was a thin red blouse made of the same material as the skirt that was more like just a small piece of cloth in the shape of a top that marked her nipples well; I got pleasure rubbing her tits over the fabric while she was getting ready and her little nipples stood up more; also an executive suit made of the same material as the skirt to cover the blouse. On the way, Amir acted somewhat cold, didn't touch her or make her suck his cock like it was customary, knew his role as a friend who takes my wife out with his friend; he asked her to be nice to Roshan, telling her how unhappy he was with his wife, that in sex only missionary position and with the light off were possible, so oral or anal sex were impossible, thus the man was a world of fantasies that only saw in porn movies. They had agreed to meet at the casino bar where Roshan already waited with drinks, Maggie knew that having alcohol would make her give in (or grab her ass). For a good while they dined and talked about work, etc. my wife didn't hold back on the drink and Roshan, very friendly, told her to order whatever she wanted, so after several glasses of something, she already felt drunk, happy and hot, took off her jacket and her beautiful tits were the attraction for the men there. When she excused herself to go to the bathroom, a stranger approached her kindly and gave her his card to call him. Since nobody opened up about the reason for dinner, Maggie took advantage of a silence that had and got close, putting her hand on Roshan's leg and looking at him in the eyes Then, do you want to go out with me? the two Hindus looked at each other in surprise not knowing what to say, Roshan likes you since that day he saw you at the bar said Amir trying to help, Is it true? my wife asked the poor man, It's true he said timidly, I've been thinking about you a lot since then, Awwww! she said with tenderness, You're a love and hugged him tightly pressing her cheek against his; this, and the drink, helped Roshan open up a bit more, he was willing to pay my wife just for going out to dinner with him, but she, already uninhibited by the alcohol, ventured further: Look, she said to the Hindu, I accept the dinner, but I think it's unfair that you pay that amount and there's no sex, they were left stunned, so after dinner take me to a hotel and help me with your fantasies... how about? Roshan accepted happily in life but still surprised. So they set a date, and closed the deal, drank a bit more and paying the bill went out to the parking lot, while the two friends bid each other farewell in their language, my wife sent me a text message as she left her bag on Amir's car.
Maggie 'ya finished dinner, Sweetie, we're heading back' I 'what's up? Are you going to give it to Roshan?' Emoji of laughter.
Maggie 'I think so, he's in a good mood'
I 'has he become handsome?'
Maggie 'not handsome but nice'
I 'and what about the ticket they said?'
Maggie 'oh you're just thinking about money' Emoji of laughter.
I '?'
Maggie 'it'll be 800'
I 'are you going to take it?'
She didn't answer me anymore because they interrupted her. Maggie realized Roshan wasn't taking his eyes off her breasts, so after a goodbye hug she said smiling mischievously: 'Don't leave without touching them a little', he couldn't figure out what to do, then she took his hands and put them on the fabric of her blouse over her hard nipples, he was just caressing them timidly and she pulled the fabric down to let them out and for the Hindu to feel them in all their glory, she was fondling them a little, but Amir, worried that someone might come, laughed and said it was enough. Roshan got into his car with a tremendous erection and when his car disappeared from view, my wife threw herself at Amir with a passionate kiss and told him in his ear 'take me to a hotel' she said, 'I'm very hot'. She didn't say it twice and since the casino has a very high hotel, they went back inside. While the Hindu was getting the room, Maggie texted me again:
Maggie love, better sleep, Amir is going to take me to the hotelI and that?
Maggie I let Roshan grab my breasts before he left and I got hot Hot emoji.
I ha ha ha, seriously?
Maggie yes, Amir is renting the room
I ok, love, let him catch you from all sides
Maggie ufff, that's what I'm waiting for, I can't take it anymore
I ok, kisses Kisses emoji.
I fell asleep; she arrived around 3 am, smelling of alcohol and sex, telling me that once in the hotel elevator (they went up to floor 19) they kissed passionately, and the Hindu didn't stop fondling her breasts and she was squeezing his erection over his pants. He moved away from her a bit Hey, do you know these elevators have video cameras, right? She turned around and looked at the camera above, in the corner of the elevator, then she got behind Amir, resting her ass on him, and lowered her red top to her waist, letting her breasts out. Then she grabbed his hands and put them over hers, squeezing them. That's how she went with her breasts exposed until they reached the room they had rented without anyone crossing their path. She told me it was very nice because he screwed her with the light on and the curtains open, far away only the distant city lights could be seen; obviously, no one could see them since they were very high up (perhaps someone with binoculars) but it was still very hot.
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