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Volume ISometimes I think I'm the coyote of the prairie dog when it tries to figure out why my trap fails, without measuring the risks that could explode in its face...
I can't deny that my wife is special. Even on these days, while working, I've investigated online.
There are thousands of happy cuckold stories... But few forums about cuckolds... In fact, most were like what I expected: women who felt bad because their husbands were cheating on them, which isn't my case.
Wikipedia in English gave me a broader orientation. Summarizing and highlighting a bit about Cuckquean, the term refers to a woman with an adulterous husband. It's a conscious fetish of the husband's activity, sometimes actively encouraging it and deriving sexual pleasure from it.
Later on, it says that the man takes the dominant role, while the woman takes the submissive role. The wife gets involved with her husband or his lover when he allows it. Sometimes, she stays completely celibate.
And to wrap up the orientation of the page, the fetish can be completely heterosexual, where the wife doesn't participate or participates exclusively with her husband, as well as bisexual, in which the wife participates with everyone or makes contact with women.
But for me, it's still a delicate topic.
Marisol is tender, sweet, and beautiful. For me, she has no equal, and it's a constant struggle because it bothers my conscience to enjoy it.
That's why we have a chat every 3 or 4 months. Honestly, I don't want our relationship to break up, because honestly I love her and she's the most special one for me, even though curiously she gets annoyed when I ask... But for me, it's a bit like when you do the technical review of cars. You know, changing the oil every 5000 km to make sure everything keeps working well...
Hey, do you realize that the other three women in the house would also like to sleep with me? She put that smiling mischievous and playful... No! No! Don't look at me like that, Marisol! I said, smiling, to stop her excitement. Love, we're parents, we're adults, and we're intelligent!... Give me an explanation of why we keep doing this! She got a little frustrated... Marco... What do you want me to say?... I like it. And the eternal question I always ask... Why? She dodged my gaze. I don't think it's easy to explain... Well... because I think that later... good... you improve... she replied, a bit embarrassed. It seemed absurd to me and I laughed, unintentionally hurting her feelings... But wouldn't it be better if you improved with me? I asked, caressing her mole. She smiled when she saw me trying to see her point of view. I think not... she responded, a little embarrassed. It's that he thinks, love! Take this same moment!: months have passed since we haven't made love in silence and yet, I think it has been the best time... Indeed, I had a similar perception. Since our honeymoon ended, Marisol has been dying to scream her satisfaction at the moment of climax. But that night, since we didn't know what was happening to Pamela, we closed our door for the first time in months and made love, trying to contain her moans... Perhaps... you have a little right... I recognized. She, on the other hand, looked more secure... Besides, Marco, you've done it with women I know and like... she pointed out, as I felt a wall crumbling over my head. Amusing, seeing me complicated, she added... You're a good man... tender... and very virile... she said, caressing my tool smoothly. And I love knowing that this little friend... brings happiness... to mom... as well as to my sister... as well as to my cousin... Her suck was divine... But... that's not the point... I managed to take her, so she would let me go. Curiously, it made a pout... It's just that when you put yourself in my place, Marisol, and if you did what you ask of me, I would feel bad... It was like pouring gasoline on fire... She kissed me Apasionately and he started to suck me off like a delicacy. 'That's what I love most, love!' he said, kissing me and jumping again onto my lap. 'Everyone wants you... everyone loves you... and you always choose me... me: the thinnest... the ugliest... and the strangest...' I clung to the bed, enjoying the pleasure that my wife gave me with her lips. 'Marisol!... You're not the ugliest!' I managed to say. As he went up and down with devotion, he looked at me... 'I think your face is the most delicious... and before this... when I said I liked it more than a pair of breasts... (Exhaling)... I wasn't lying...' She stopped sucking me off and shook me frenetically with her hand. 'You're so tender! And that's why I love pleasing you...' she said, summarizing like a piston with her lips... She pushed it all the way to the beginning of my throat and swallowed all my juices, while her tongue savored deliciously the contour of my glans and the suction of her lips, seeking to squeeze out every last drop. 'With lips like those... I don't need anyone else!' I said, more relaxed. However, she was obstinate in sucking it... 'Really?' she asked, going back to sucking it... 'Then... if Amelia miraculously returned... and asked you for a blow job... would you say no?...' She passed her tongue over it and gave me soft, gentle bites... 'Come on, Marisol!... Don't tease me!' I begged, submerged in pleasure. 'Or if you found Celeste in the bathroom... and she asked to see how bad you are... wouldn't you let her?' she asked, shaking my right hand and resting her chin expectantly with her left. My wife is the walking compendium of my journals... 'Marisol!... Please!... Don't go on!' 'Because I bet you'd accept...' she sentenced, putting it back between her lips. 'Even if you found my aunt... I think you would do it...' If she was going to play rough with me like that, it wasn't worth resisting. I lifted her to my mouth and wrapped her around my body. Surprised and immobilized, she remained at... merced of my kisses and caresses…
“Maybe you're right, Marisol…” I said, sighing as I put her into the fountain of life. “Perhaps... do all that... but that doesn't take away... that who I love most... is you…”
She softly complained, as I ravished her. Her face was a mix of joy, confusion, and surprise.
“I... also love you... love… me responded, enduring my relentless pounding.
I kissed my nightingale with passion, muffling her moans with my lips, while my hands explored her beautiful body, caressing her with the same dedication as always.
She smiled when my hands concentrated on her breasts. I love tasting her nipples and the flavor of her cum, delicious, there's no comparison.
But when we reached orgasm, stuck together like a newlywed couple, I got lost in those sweet green eyes and contemplated her without understanding.
“Marisol... I think you're the best…” I said, caressing her mole. “And if someday, you ask me to have only you... I'll do my best to please you.”
She smiled, with her mischievous face.
“Believe me, I'll remember your proposal!” she responded. However, that rare blush and that strange smile, which gives me headaches, appeared again on her face when she said, “But now... I'd be happy if you made my cousin happy... if you relaxed my aunt... and attended to Celeste…”
I had no other option but to laugh.
“Why not Diana? Won't you give me an assignment?”
She smiled.
“It's just... you're very busy!” she responded with a tender and somewhat joking tone. “I don't want you to get so tired. Besides... she likes Ryan…”
I kissed her gently.
“Could I make your Booty for you?” I asked.
Her face filled with joy.
“I thought you wouldn't ask me again!”
On Sunday morning, Pamela was more refreshed. Luckily, they all wore relatively sober pajamas and nightgowns.
Particularly, I worried about Celeste, who last time wore lingerie to sleep.
“Who is she?” asked Pamela, referring to Diana, who felt intimidated by the Spanish woman.
Ella is a friend I knew in Sydney, for our honeymoon. Her name is Diana and she stays at home when she's free. Marisol replied, calming her down.
Pamela smiled.
‘When she's free’? asked, amused. Is this aunt also working with Marco?
Not at all, I replied. She's a flight attendant and flies constantly.
Pamela slightly relaxed.
And how have the rooms been? Have they been comfortable? I asked.
Lucia put on a nervous look, while Celeste smiled...
The beds have been quite comfortable. The only problem is that we hear some guys making out late... Pamela replied.
Marisol looked at me nervously...
I just smiled.
Yes, it's the neighbors! I explained. Pamela looked confused. You must know: as the air is colder at night, the sound doesn't rise and is transmitted almost at the same height.
Pamela's face became friendlier...
And do they have plans for today? I asked. Do they need me to take them somewhere?
Pamela felt tired and wanted to sleep a bit more. Marisol had planned to go with Celeste and the little ones walking in North Haven, so that they could get some fresh air, since Diana would have her first date with Ryan at the cinema.
Lucia asked if I could take her to a pharmacy...
It's a small errand! she said as she got into the truck. Sorry, Marco, if I've caused you any trouble!
Please don't worry about it! I said. It's no trouble at all!
She was wearing a short white skirt that revealed quite well her legs and a pink blouse with a wide neckline that showed off her tempting cleavage and tremendous breasts.
I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to apologize, Marco... she excused herself. I've been treating you very badly lately.
Don't worry about it, Mrs. Lucia! I replied. It's also my fault!
She smiled.
Call me by my name... Pamelita loves you a lot and you can... Call me simply Lucia… “By the way, I wanted to ask you something... Lucia... I smiled because it cost me to address her informally. “Do you know what's wrong with your daughter?”
“Ah!... That one!...” she said, slightly complicated but smiling with complicity. “Look!... I'll tell you because I trust you… but if Pamela finds out, she'll be angry with both of us.”
Don't worry! I'll be a tomb!
She smiled.
The reason why she's upset is that her period has arrived... she explained, with a big smile. And my daughter was really looking forward to seeing you.
Wow! I exclaimed, surprised.
In fact, we're going to the pharmacy precisely for that. She added. With her hurry, she forgot to worry about that detail and asked me if I could help...
It's nice to see them with so much confidence! I said, smiling. I still remember those days when Pamela would beg for your affection...
Then, a kind of suffocation came over her...
Actually... it's thanks to you... she said, slightly blushing. Being very honest... Pamela loves you very much... and I feel so happy... that I'd do anything to make you happy...
I had to stop the truck as we were kissing.
Lucia was like a fog bank. Something that wraps around you and you can't handle it.
Her lips were sweet, just like her saliva, and her hands were exploring my crotch with almost desperate tenderness.
Verónica talks about her!... She looks so beautiful! she said, unbuttoning my pants and letting the beast out.
She was sucking with such dedication that it was impossible to stop her...
Do you know Marco?... she said, sighing and with drool hanging from her lips. Since the day you got married, I've wanted to try her... (Sighed, always moving her)… I was so happy because I was returning Pamela to my side... and you reminded me so much of my Diego when we just got married!... (Kissed me on the lips)... I don't know, Marco!... I don't know!... I know you're married and a dad!... but for some reason... I feel like with you... I can finally forget it...
At that point, I wasn't processing anything. Not even myself had... occurring to uncover her breasts, because her lips seemed thirsty for my juices. It was so intense that when she felt it ending, I buried myself deeper and deeper into her throat, savoring the deepest depths of my juices... 'Veronica said it was delicious... but I didn't think it would be that much...' she said, eager to try more. 'With reason, Pamelita loves you so much...' she wiped her lips and looked at me still erect. 'I'm dying to taste it again...' And she walked out to the pharmacy... I was stunned and smiling. It will be a delight to fulfill Marisol's assignments!Next post
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