The horns of my wife (or your thoughts)

This story isn't mine, although it's indirectly so. We started dating very young and after several years decided to live together. While we were living together, we decided to get married. She was always very reserved (although she seemed that way) and had many taboos regarding sex and much less talking about it privately with me or in public. Very reserved with clothes. Sobriety, elegance, and normally dark. Full-bodied. Long, beautiful, chestnut hair. A pair of divine breasts, round, large, with hard nipples that become erect at the slightest touch or heat... goes crazy!! A pussy with big lips and fleshy, depilated but not completely, always hyperlubricated, automatically moistens, and as if it weren't enough, accompanied by a perfect smile and perfect teeth I've seen in someone. Pudgy. Maybe some girl trauma I don't know about. Never went around naked from the waist up. And to understand when she comes out of the bathroom, she covers herself with a towel while getting dressed. But in bed when she gets hot... uff... tremendous... uncontrollable. Slow start, very little by little. She likes playing beforehand. Weak spot her neck. Just pass your tongue and she melts on top. With many tickles. According to what they say, the number of tickles you feel is proportional to the amount of jealousy you have. Also, it's said that one of the main causes of jealousy are self-esteem and insecurity. And here begins the story... Just because of her insecurity and self-esteem, she had a boyfriend or something like that as a girl who gave her what she needed. He filled her with flattery, compliments, lovely phrases, gifts. He was quite bigger at the time. They would have been approximately 15 and 25 years old respectively. But they never actually lived together, but for her it was her first love in life. A big guy who noticed her, valued her, and gave her security with everything he said. More than I had inherited a large business from my family and was very sought after among women. We when we decided to get married, already lived together for 2 years. And she started doubting my fidelity. Another example of her jealousy that evidenced her insecurity. She was afraid of my bachelor parties, of what I would do, of how I would behave... and internally decided to act. She worked with a lifelong friend of dubious loyalty to all her partners. Even they had traveled together and I always suspected her loyalty during the trip. But never accepted anything and as we were still in a relationship at that time, I didn't want to ask too much. Due to destiny and work, she had to call him just then, her old love. When she called him, he never presented himself as who he was, although she knew perfectly well who she was talking to. He started with all his phone seduction game and they agreed to meet at work. She knowing who she would see and the only thing she knew about it was that she had an interview. Obviously, she never told me anything about seeing her old boyfriend. It happened for the occasion. Hair salon. Perfume. Makeup. Clothes. My working hours were earlier so I didn't see her preparing every day. But that day wasn't just another day. All her doubts with me and her own burning desires was an explosive conjure, impossible to contain. They met and obviously there was an immediate attraction between them. He was totally amazed by the teenager who had seduced him, now she was a whole woman. She really amazed her beauty, and her smile along with her shy and saucy gaze couldn't contain a new attraction, and it ended up happening inevitably. The reunion lasted longer than expected. And he was completely dazzled. Excuses were unnecessary for them to talk or see each other again, and if they hadn't had any, they would have invented some. The spark had ignited and it was only a matter of time before it happened. Inevitable. A winter day, cold, at noon, she left her work and found him casually there. He had seen her pass by and ran to accompany her. She knew we were in a relationship and that they knew us, so she chose an alternative route so that no one or as few people as possible would see them. They walked talking about life until she arrived at her destination. They said their goodbyes and agreed to meet again a few days later. They agreed to meet at the few blocks from her work when she left for work. She had several days to prepare herself. She waxed, styled her hair, perfumed herself, and did everything a good lover should do before meeting up. I suppose that since they agreed to meet until then, she hadn't been doing well. She suffers a lot of anxiety. The wait must have been quite uncomfortable for her, added to the fact that this waiting was while living with me. I don't remember those days, I don't know if we had sex, if we argued, or if anything notable happened, or if she had the skill of a professional lover to keep everything the same as always... although I repeat, her anxiety must have been eating away at her inside and I didn't notice anything. She fulfilled her work duties. She headed to the meeting spot and waited... He arrived. New car, shiny, impeccable. A new car showing a good economic situation. He invited her to get in. She sat in the front passenger seat and they drove off. You could clearly sense the nervousness. The two lovers were in a relationship and were driving in his car through the area where we all knew each other, so they decided to take the highway. He told her with a certain tone of experience that it might be convenient to stop somewhere near the city where we lived, which gave her a certain sense of tranquility and valued him for taking care of her as well as what they were about to do. On the highway towards the outskirts of the city, there are many hotels and accommodations filled with intermittent lights in colors... The attention-grabbing places that compete with each other. Those locations inside offer different types of rooms for a normal time of 2 hours. Theoretically, they were going to go somewhere to take something and talk relaxedly and continue the seduction game, but both knew without saying anything that words were unnecessary. And more so He. She was anxious, hot, eager to grab him and end this, and was generous. She was waiting for Him to make a move. And then! On the highway median, he caressed her leg, almost reached her crotch, raised his hand. He caressed her cheek, put her hair behind her ear, and told her if she wanted them to talk in a hotel room instead of a bar. She only managed to smile and nod with her head. They got off the highway. Entered the hotel. Asked for a special room. The room was like a cabin. After the garage, and after the door, there was a place with sofas and high tables with benches at the entrance of the room. Further on, the double bed in low relief, surrounded by mirrors on both sides and front, and at the end of the room, the bathroom. She wore a black blazer overcoat, a black wool sweater, a black Lycra bra, jeans, and black boots above her ankles, with a belt bag around her waist, and black lace lingerie with stockings to mid-thigh. He wore an overcoat, blue jeans, a medium-season pullover, a black sweater, boxers. He got out of the car. Closed the trunk for greater privacy while she got out of the car. He, like a great gentleman, opened the room door. She entered. The room was extremely hot, perhaps to prevent people from getting cold when undressing. Soft light but allowed perfect visibility. She left her bag and coat on one of the sofas and turned around. He put his car key in his overcoat pocket, looked at each other's eyes. He stretched out his arm, grabbed her hand, and brought it towards him without saying a word, and they kissed. Passionately. As I anticipated, she is fire in intimacy and was already ignited. Probably all wet since the moment he told her to go to the hotel while they were on the highway. Perfect tongue. From narrow point and daring movements. With a wide base, excellent kisser. Fleshy and moist lips. The kiss was long and ardent. Obviously embracing and caressing with his hands her back and posterior neck. They searched for air from the suffocating kiss and she ran her head back to adjust her long hair. At that moment he leaned towards her, pulled down her sweater collar and kissed her neck, putting his hands on her waist. The kiss was open-mouthed, making him feel his tongue on her skin. At that moment she exclaimed her first moan. Sound which made him put one of his hands on her ass. She said nothing and hugged him strongly, making him feel her breasts on his chest while taking off her jacket. This movement made him take his hands out of her body, which made him when he went back to her hand go up over her pants and the other under her clothes, caressing all her back while they continued kissing as if they had never kissed anyone. Unbelievably the level of heat surpassed them and they hadn't even started yet. Between kisses and hugs, she lifted her arms and I took off her sweater that was on, while with the tip of my left shoe supporting on my right heel taking off my shoe. The same did with his other foot. When stabilized, he put his two hands under her clothes and went directly to her breasts. Surely he would have been surprised at how big they were. He started caressing them over the corset and it was the spark that was missing for him to ignite completely. Automatically she brought one hand to her cock and felt it was hard. I took my hands to his jean button, unbuttoned it and under the zipper while he didn't stop kissing me. Kissing her on the lips, neck and touching her breasts. In the movement he was making, his pants fell off and he was left in boxers. Lifting his feet, he finished taking off his pants and directly unbuttoned his pants and also lowered the zipper. She grabbed his cock above the boxers and already had a better idea of what it was. He put his hand behind him and put his hand under his pants and underwear trying to get his fingers into her pussy without being able to reach its flow. Desperate and horny as she is, she lowered his boxers and entered him, leaving him alone in his undershirt. He tried to touch her ass so much that his pants and underwear were already below his ass, so he put his hand completely in front of it with force putting his fingers into her super wet pussy. She lost herself in ecstasy, taking off her pants and boots. She took off her undershirt leaving only her bra and stockings on her thighs. She wanted to feel his cock inside her, so she led him by the hand to the bed and reclined face up, opening her legs slightly. He got into bed with her, intertwining their legs. He took off his undershirt and felt the electric touch of their bare and hot torsos for the first time. He composed himself upwards, stopped kissing her, looked at her eyes and pulled down her bra. Her breasts were exposed. Large aureolas and erect nipples from excitement. He couldn't help himself and rushed over to her breasts eating them and sucking them, playing with the tip of his tongue. For her, this was the ultimate pleasure, as she loves having her breasts sucked when she's hot. While he was sucking her breasts, he took off her underwear and left her alone in her stockings. She wanted to lower his boxers but couldn't, so he did it for her and ended up completely naked on her, rubbing all his hot cock on her. Naked searches for a condom in his pants while she waits naked on the bed with her legs open. He puts the cover in front of her and turns over to lie on top. She grabs his cock through the cover and wants to put it in her hot pussy. He helps her and supports her head in the middle of the pussy all wet. She grabs his ass and drives it all the way in. It went in and out, they kissed, sweated, and suddenly... she realizes that the intensity is decreasing. That something had changed. That the cock felt different. He started to hide his gaze. Started to decrease the intensity. He comes to the side and they both lie there, agitated, naked, one next to the other. In silence. Not knowing what to say. Not much to say... Time passes and she takes the initiative. She rolls onto her side on the bed. Supporting her head against his hand. She looks at him dazed. He, with shame. She thinks he did something wrong. She started to caress him softly with her fingers over his bare body. Down and up. Contemplating and controlling. Until she brought her fingers down and started playing with his balls and cock still dead with the condom on. He was all stiff. She always took the initiative because it was so hot. The caresses clearly started to take effect, leaving the cock semi-hard. She saw this and totally hot to have him, leans over his cock and starts sucking his cock through the condom. He shows pleasure but doesn't get his cock hard. Insists, sucks, sucks, keeps sucking it without managing to get a strong erection. He remains uncomfortable in the situation. She is dripping with fluid and noticing that the cock she has in her mouth isn't fully hard to lift up and put it all inside, takes off the prophylactic and starts making him masturbate and sucking his cock. more strongly. It starts to go down and up. She leaves her head out of the cock and inside. He spits it out. He fills everything with saliva. And the cock was still not fully stopped. He puts his hand in her pussy, which is super hot, and she keeps trying to make him masturbate, sucks his head, goes around her cock, above, on the side, the balls... and everything stays the same...

He gets up silently and goes to the bathroom. She stays with all the blood flowing to her pussy. It's dripping down. Agitated. Not knowing what to do. So she stays lying in bed waiting for a reaction. He comes back. Tries to explain the inexplicable. She minimizes it, but is super hot and excited, wondering why they couldn't. They stay talking about life. Their lives, romantic relationships, gossip... about me. About my partner's partner. The hotel time was 2 hours. It would be 3:30 pm on a winter afternoon. I had been gone for an hour and a half. They were in bed. My wife's heat still lasted. She had imagined that moment so much she felt disappointed. She didn't know how to handle her emotions. Impulsive as she is, without prior game or too much thinking, she leaned over his cock again. She was willing to take him anywhere. She started sucking it again because she felt it was her only opportunity and she didn't want to miss it. She felt guilty, hot, angry, unhappy. She felt like a slut, and that gave her permission to do what she wanted. So she didn't hesitate and started sucking his cock with all her energy again. She got on all fours and hung her long hair to the side, her beautiful tits going in and out at the rhythm of the cock's suction. She looked at him while he was sucking it. Without a condom. Without anything. She was willing to do anything. Just her lips, her tongue... Another time the cock didn't stop fully so she sucked it harder each time trying to make it come.

Chupo, she followed him sucking and I chupped her, and I chupped her and couldn't make her maintain an erection. He, each time was more speechless. Not knowing what to say. She no longer knew what to think, what to do, felt bad as a woman for not being able to make him come. She stretches out and lies beside Him, filling his face with saliva, filled with the smell and taste of cock, agitated, perspiring, disheveled. Supported her head on His thighs. He, between apologizing and pretending, put his hand in her pussy and realized how wet she was from the flow that was there. He leaned over her pubic area with the intention of sucking her pussy and trying not to leave her with all those desires above... Curiously, she stopped him, rejecting his proposal. She had given up on her experience... There were no more words. The hours ended. They dressed slowly. They went to pay and He offered to bring her near where he had searched for her. She accepted. They were far away. I left her with the car near where I had picked her up. We said goodbye with a kiss and she got in. Not knowing what to do well. Took a taxi, and went to my friend's house. I bathed to get rid of all the flows and smells from my body. I cried and started the most terrifying guilt. Having to see myself again. Nothing would be the same anymore. A while later I saw her. She cried again. Made any excuse. And everything had already passed. Even a time later, I asked her to tell me the truth and she denied everything. Always a liar. With time, she told me. Always attributed it to me having cheated on her for my own reasons and a lot of things that made her angry and consider. Never dared to say that she wanted to take him because he was the love of her life that had left her, that heated her up tremendously like no one in the world and that exited her a lot. At this point, it doesn't matter much. We're still together. I'm still disturbed. This made me want to see her with someone else while I I look. Until now he never wanted to accept. I'll keep trying. When I tell him...

3 comentários - The horns of my wife (or your thoughts)

Si lo intento es por que el bichito lo tiene asi que en cualquier momento es probable q lo vuelva a intentar
Dale una patada y largala
Una cosa es la lealtad y otra la fidelidad.
La infidelidad consentida no es para personas inseguras.
A mí actualmente me pasa con mi esposa y su ex.. su primer amor y él siempre ha estado presente cada cierto tiempo ella me es infiel con él... Yo me la llevé de la ciudad donde vivimos hace como 8 años. Y hace unos meses que fuimos de vacaciones lo volvío
Lo volvió a ver y me dijo que si nos íbamos para la ciudad donde estábamos, que no pasaba nada si ella volvía a hablar con ella y a estar en contacto con él (eso quiere decir que va a culiar con él), se lo iba a pelear y prohibir pero.. le dejaré quieta