From vacation in Pinamar 2

Since we barely exchanged a few loose phrases since my wife's lover left the room, but it was enough for our gazes to cross that a smile of complicity would appear on our faces. Sofia was taking a shower quietly and then, wrapped in a towel, she took some fresh air on the balcony, relaxing and preparing herself for what the night might bring. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but observe her movements, recreating her curves while thinking about everything that had happened over the past few hours. And exciting myself again at the prospect of the night ahead. While straightening up the bed and getting ready, I didn't take my eyes off the phone, waiting with some anxiety for the call to meet up with Juan again. Only an hour and a half had passed since he left when we received his new call. I was already prepared, and since Sofia was still wrapped in her towel from the shower, I decided to go down so as not to make him wait too long. During the time it took for her to come downstairs and join us, we were talking about our past experiences and plans for the night and upcoming days. I noticed when my wife came into the hallway because he fell silent and his attention went behind where she was standing. I turned around and there she was, returning the key at reception. She wore a green dress, fitted to her waist, with an open back and slightly adjusted and short skirt that hinted sensually at her hips. When she turned towards us and discovered our gazes, I could observe her playful smile as her eyes sparkled when she fixed on her new lover. We could also see that the reception staff weren't missing a thing. She walked up to us slowly, showing off a generous cleavage and not taking her eyes off him. They shared a deep welcoming kiss while he held her by the buttocks boldly, and then led us to a A very recommendable local for its food. Dinner went by in a very lively manner, like old friends, but with flirtatious glances, promising smiles, and some other caresses taking advantage of their proximity. I got excited watching the behavior of both, the desire in each of their gestures, and I was having a great time when one of the waiters approached and Sofia would shudder feeling surprised by a hand that wasn't mine on her thighs or simply resting on her own hand. He asked if we wanted to go dancing already, and before my wife's enthusiastic response, he told us about a place where he usually went with friends and it wasn't very far away. However, he warned us, if we didn't mind the gaze or presence of his acquaintances. Sofia said she didn't care, that she felt like dancing before going back to the hotel, this with a flirtatious smile, and that if he didn't mind being seen, neither did she. As for me, I hadn't thought about showing off my newly acquired horns around here, but the idea had its charm, so I said nothing and after paying the bill we headed to the local he recommended. Seeing them walk in front of me, embracing each other, observing how he caressed my wife's ass over her dress and whispering confidences in her ear made me arrive at the local completely excited. They entered ahead of me, I watched as they greeted some people and without stopping took my wife to the area where three more couples were dancing. I approached the bar, ordered a beer, and stayed watching them. The local was small and there wasn't much crowd, so I could watch them almost next to me. My eyes would wander when I saw them joining their hips, rubbing against each other, with his hands holding her firmly by the ass and even between laughs giving some fleeting kisses. They would have been gone for a quarter of an hour when they came back towards where I was, hand in hand and amused by something he had just said. At my wife's ear. I asked for a couple of beers for each of us and they still hadn't been served when a couple of her friends approached. We made the introductions without hiding at any moment that I was the husband of the woman with whom I had been dancing so boldly. I imagined it wasn't the first time, since after a curious glance towards me and my wife, and Juan's hand on her waist, they greeted us without giving more importance to the situation. After chatting animatedly with their friends for a while, there were about five of us around them, and then my wife went back to dancing with him. Everyone was looking at how she was being led by the waist and everyone saw how before starting to dance she gave him a slap on the butt. The couple was the center of attention for a while. They talked about them, and although I didn't understand what they were saying between them due to the volume of the music, it was evident from some gestures between them directed at my wife and sometimes towards me, united with some laughter or smile, what the topic of conversation was. Little later, I lost sight of Sofia for about ten minutes and almost instantly, as if they had lost interest, Juan's friends started dispersing, leaving me alone again. From where I was, I searched for them with my eyes excitedly, imagining dozens of lustful possibilities in which the couple had managed to get a moment of privacy. However, as usual, imagination was ahead of reality, since I found them again leaning against a column, that's right, giving each other a good one. I approached them, observing how they were eating each other's mouths, how Juan was grabbing Sofia's butt and how she was sticking to him, rubbing crotch to crotch. She was so excited that she didn't even notice my presence, but as soon as he made a sign with his eyes, we left the place, greeting a couple of ... Known acquaintances, who were looking at Sofia with brazen interest and at me with what seemed like certain scorn. From there, amidst kisses, caresses, laughter, and hugs, we walked to the hotel, as it wasn't far away. And just like a few hours earlier, I had gone ahead to ask for the key and wait for them, but this time in the room. Five eternal minutes later, they called at the door and I opened it. If I hadn't already been totally excited, I would have turned into a stone when opening the door. Sofia with her dress around her waist, her tits out in the hallway being fondled, and he with his pants open and his cock, completely hard between my wife's fingers, while offering me the thong she had taken off on the way. They entered laughing, telling me to calm down (I had my cock in my hand) that they had only done a couple of dirty things in the elevator. They went straight to the bed and Sofia pushed him onto his back, staying on top for a few seconds before finishing taking off his pants and starting to masturbate him and suck him off. In the position she was in, crouched at the foot of the bed, I couldn't help but move closer and while kissing her ass, caressing her thighs, soaked as they were, and exploring with my finger her no less wet pussy. I had a desire to penetrate her just like that, but she, after some shudders, simply sat up and sat astride her lover while introducing his cock into me at about a meter from my face. I stayed there, masturbating on my knees, watching as my wife started riding her lover, who was holding onto her ass with both hands while pushing her hips upwards. I didn't want to come so quickly like in the afternoon, but when I saw Sofia starting to shudder and clearly moistening her lover's testicles with her flows, I couldn't help but squeeze harder and come. They weren't there much longer after that, as they spent a few minutes of frenzied activity before he plunged his cock into hers. My wife while being hugged tightly and came. A few minutes later we were the three of us on the balcony, naked. Juan was observing the hotel's patio and, after crossing a mischievous glance with my wife, asked if we dared to go up to the patio just as we were now, naked. Sofia showed some reluctance but when I said go ahead, she launched into the adventure. We three went out naked, although I did bring a bag with a couple of robes and condoms. We took the elevator to go up, with the consequent excitement of waiting for it to be empty, and headed to the top floor and climbed the last stretch of stairs, excited, my wife in front, trying to listen for any nearby presence and searching for the exit door to the patio. The two of us were behind, observing her naked body move excitingly. After a few seconds of uncertainty, during which we weren't sure which door it could be, and the tension before someone might appear there, we managed to get out. Already upstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible, we went to one of the railings, where they two continued with their caresses for a few minutes. Juan introduced his head between her legs, caressing her thighs while his lips headed towards her pussy. From where I was sitting in a chair, I could observe Sofia, breathing unevenly, with her tits moving up and down, while I kept an eye on the hotel door to make sure no one appeared. I could also observe the balconies of the buildings across from us, most of them dark, although at first I didn't see anyone outside, but soon I was more than convinced that there were people watching from some rooms. Curiously, I tried not to masturbate while observing Sofia stretching and contracting her legs around her lover's head, initially more because of avoiding coming too early so as not to be seen by the onlookers What could have been. But then I simply got hypnotized by the movement of my wife's nipples, accompanying her labored and heavy breathing as her lover gave her a good oral sex session. That was when he asked me, with some urgency, to pass him a condom. After putting it on, without removing his head from between her legs, he lifted her up and holding her by the armpits put himself behind her and there, still standing, he penetrated her again, this time without hesitation, moving his hips frenetically while holding her by the breasts. I was hallucinating seeing Sofia completely surrendered. She could barely hold herself up with her legs, which would bend every time they touched the floor and her hips moved freely towards me each time he charged at her cock until the end. We had been like that for a few minutes, plus I was already masturbating openly, watching him squish her breasts with his hands and her buttocks with her hips when some balconies started showing more enthusiasm and launched into the party we were offering them. The shouts of encouragement began, some funny and others more denigrating, and even they started shouting at us to come forward and join the party. So in view of the prospect that they might rise up and things get out of control (it looked like it), and since we had already had a scandal on the first night, I advised them to go back down to the room. The way back was even more exciting than the ascent, with the added danger of running into some guest. With all the excitement we were carrying, nothing more happened when we entered the room, he took her from behind again and leaning her against the hallway wall continued to screw her with force, hugging her with both hands, without stopping moving his hips until she came. A little later, Sofia lay exhausted in bed, on her back with her legs open, so without thinking twice, I got between hers legs, kissing her while my lips were rising and finally, as our lips and tongues joined, I felt the heat of her sex on my cock, and I penetrated her eagerly but slowly, enjoying each breath and moan that escaped in my ear. The night of sex could have continued a bit more, but unfortunately, my bull had to leave since he had to work a few hours later. When I came, he was already dressed and ready. I had waited for him to finish before saying goodbye to both of us that night. For the next day, I would come back in the afternoon to attend to them, as a tourist guide and as a stud for my wife, but what happened the next day I'll leave for another occasion.