Ramel suspected it. Although they didn't tell him directly, sometimes he thought he heard his husband kneeling and getting on all fours in front of men. Could it be true? Was that why there was so little of that lately, almost as if it hadn't even started? A certain desire piqued her curiosity, she wanted to check if it was true, imagined her naked husband under a man... didn't want to think about it anymore... and with whom? It was another question that kept repeating in her head.
Determined to catch her husband, she returned from work many days without warning, at noon, midday, or late afternoon. Rarely did she find him at home, he would be surprised to see her, she would say only came to turn around, and so time passed without achieving her goal.
It didn't take long. Once she arrived at noon, something seemed off, her house was silent (on purpose, it had to be), probably the car parked right in front of the door alerted her. As planned, she prepared her camera, took off her shoes, and entered through the window she had prepared for that purpose. Silence! Everything seemed in order. She slowly peeked into the living room, then approached the dining room quietly, nothing! She tiptoed up to the second level, and it was then that those sounds reached her ears that only we make under certain conditions.
She took all precautions, made sure to turn off the flash, preferred to activate the video function, and went closer. Sticking to the wall, she peeked into the bedroom where she slept with her husband and... damn, what a spectacle. What she saw were two moving colons mounted at the edge of the bed where they slept. Yes, that was what she saw under the two colas - balls from both the one on top and the one below. And then she saw it better, an erect cock entering and exiting the other's anus. But who were they? The position didn't allow her to see them well. She noticed the camera was aiming at the objective... She was running and... everything was being recorded. She couldn't help but get excited. On her pantaloons, she touched her pussy and then came to wipe her ass, while passing her fingers over her crack.
Who were they? There was no doubt that one of them was her husband, unless because they were in his house? She had to see it, and for that, she had to concentrate. She just waited a few minutes. Yes, the one below was her husband. Ugh, what a faggot! How did she miss him. She approached with the camera, and he was right there. Now she couldn't deny it, and while watching what the camera caught, she realized that the guy who was sucking her husband was René, the man she liked so much and had fantasized about several times. She didn't know what to feel in that moment. The man she had married was being sucked off; and the one sucking him off was the man who was causing her desires.
She didn't want to think, kept recording for a few more minutes. When she thought the guy above was going to finish, she turned off the camera and prepared to leave. As she went down and left, she imagined the guy she liked filling her husband's ass with cum, and wondered how he would feel. Almost involuntarily, she passed her fingers over his booty again. Oh no! She thought I'm crazy. And from that moment on, she started planning how she would use what was in the camera.
She went about it slowly, and as part of the plan, she selected images that clearly showed who the men were and who they were sucking off. She took her time to find out how to print some images. She was very discreet, making sure nobody else knew except for her, until she had three printed images, if three would be enough. Of course, all three in color and enlarged. The goal of her plan was to use that information about her husband to give free rein to her fantasies and carnal desires without ending her marriage. She let it pass for a few months. Until she decided to do it on Wednesday after work. She spat in her husband's face, what does that mean to you? How should I understand the future of our marriage? And why, if those are your preferences, didn't you tell me? Or rather, shouldn't you have just told me our relationship was over? Her husband opened the envelope and literally turned his back on her, his color changed from white to reddish as he felt fear and shame. The confusion in his head only allowed him to ask 'Who gave you those photos? How did you get them?'
Does that matter? Ramel asked, feeling dominant in the situation. But so you don't think badly of your lover, it wasn't him who took them or gave them to me. But that's not what matters. What I'm asking is how you think we can keep our marriage going? Or do you think I should just put up with it? Knowing that some men are attracted to you and I'm acting like nothing's wrong. Her husband, with a drawn expression on his face, responded: well, I think that's something for you to decide. Let's say I failed, although I can't deny that I enjoy it and have done so even before we started dating. So I'll accept whatever you decide. Well, let me tell you, Ramel said, it's not my intention to continue our marriage, but neither is it my intention to know that you enjoy whoever you please. So, papaito, let this be clear: from now on, the men who attract you will also attract me. Did you understand? And if you don't, I'll post these photos on Facebook so everyone knows. While saying this, Ramel put on a face of unyielding bravery, as if she was determined to the last consequence. Her husband saw her and really seemed to be relieved. So if that's what you want, it will be. - Of course, that's what I want, emphasized Ramel, I also want to enjoy myself, so tell René to come get me on Saturday, I'll be here in the morning and I want you to leave early and come back. After half a day. All the doubts you have about what I'll do with René, you can ask him another day when he's getting it. Well, said the husband, I'll tell him then and I'll let you know. Ramel thought her plans were working out. On Friday at half past noon, her husband called to tell her that he had spoken with René, and that René had accepted, but with a condition: that her husband would be there too.
- Well, if you'd like to see how we get it on, stay, I don't have any problems, she replied.
- It's not just that René wants me to stay to watch, he said he wanted us to get it on together.
- That's your boyfriend for you, a real degenerate, but if he can handle getting us both, you can stay. As she was saying this, Ramel thought about the situation: her getting it on with René in front of her husband, just like they did that day when she found them. Her husband would be watching as René's cock went in and out of her pussy and got into her ass, because that's what she wanted to feel, she had been fantasizing about a cock filling up her ass with cum for a long time.
Determined to catch her husband, she returned from work many days without warning, at noon, midday, or late afternoon. Rarely did she find him at home, he would be surprised to see her, she would say only came to turn around, and so time passed without achieving her goal.
It didn't take long. Once she arrived at noon, something seemed off, her house was silent (on purpose, it had to be), probably the car parked right in front of the door alerted her. As planned, she prepared her camera, took off her shoes, and entered through the window she had prepared for that purpose. Silence! Everything seemed in order. She slowly peeked into the living room, then approached the dining room quietly, nothing! She tiptoed up to the second level, and it was then that those sounds reached her ears that only we make under certain conditions.
She took all precautions, made sure to turn off the flash, preferred to activate the video function, and went closer. Sticking to the wall, she peeked into the bedroom where she slept with her husband and... damn, what a spectacle. What she saw were two moving colons mounted at the edge of the bed where they slept. Yes, that was what she saw under the two colas - balls from both the one on top and the one below. And then she saw it better, an erect cock entering and exiting the other's anus. But who were they? The position didn't allow her to see them well. She noticed the camera was aiming at the objective... She was running and... everything was being recorded. She couldn't help but get excited. On her pantaloons, she touched her pussy and then came to wipe her ass, while passing her fingers over her crack.
Who were they? There was no doubt that one of them was her husband, unless because they were in his house? She had to see it, and for that, she had to concentrate. She just waited a few minutes. Yes, the one below was her husband. Ugh, what a faggot! How did she miss him. She approached with the camera, and he was right there. Now she couldn't deny it, and while watching what the camera caught, she realized that the guy who was sucking her husband was René, the man she liked so much and had fantasized about several times. She didn't know what to feel in that moment. The man she had married was being sucked off; and the one sucking him off was the man who was causing her desires.
She didn't want to think, kept recording for a few more minutes. When she thought the guy above was going to finish, she turned off the camera and prepared to leave. As she went down and left, she imagined the guy she liked filling her husband's ass with cum, and wondered how he would feel. Almost involuntarily, she passed her fingers over his booty again. Oh no! She thought I'm crazy. And from that moment on, she started planning how she would use what was in the camera.
She went about it slowly, and as part of the plan, she selected images that clearly showed who the men were and who they were sucking off. She took her time to find out how to print some images. She was very discreet, making sure nobody else knew except for her, until she had three printed images, if three would be enough. Of course, all three in color and enlarged. The goal of her plan was to use that information about her husband to give free rein to her fantasies and carnal desires without ending her marriage. She let it pass for a few months. Until she decided to do it on Wednesday after work. She spat in her husband's face, what does that mean to you? How should I understand the future of our marriage? And why, if those are your preferences, didn't you tell me? Or rather, shouldn't you have just told me our relationship was over? Her husband opened the envelope and literally turned his back on her, his color changed from white to reddish as he felt fear and shame. The confusion in his head only allowed him to ask 'Who gave you those photos? How did you get them?'
Does that matter? Ramel asked, feeling dominant in the situation. But so you don't think badly of your lover, it wasn't him who took them or gave them to me. But that's not what matters. What I'm asking is how you think we can keep our marriage going? Or do you think I should just put up with it? Knowing that some men are attracted to you and I'm acting like nothing's wrong. Her husband, with a drawn expression on his face, responded: well, I think that's something for you to decide. Let's say I failed, although I can't deny that I enjoy it and have done so even before we started dating. So I'll accept whatever you decide. Well, let me tell you, Ramel said, it's not my intention to continue our marriage, but neither is it my intention to know that you enjoy whoever you please. So, papaito, let this be clear: from now on, the men who attract you will also attract me. Did you understand? And if you don't, I'll post these photos on Facebook so everyone knows. While saying this, Ramel put on a face of unyielding bravery, as if she was determined to the last consequence. Her husband saw her and really seemed to be relieved. So if that's what you want, it will be. - Of course, that's what I want, emphasized Ramel, I also want to enjoy myself, so tell René to come get me on Saturday, I'll be here in the morning and I want you to leave early and come back. After half a day. All the doubts you have about what I'll do with René, you can ask him another day when he's getting it. Well, said the husband, I'll tell him then and I'll let you know. Ramel thought her plans were working out. On Friday at half past noon, her husband called to tell her that he had spoken with René, and that René had accepted, but with a condition: that her husband would be there too.
- Well, if you'd like to see how we get it on, stay, I don't have any problems, she replied.
- It's not just that René wants me to stay to watch, he said he wanted us to get it on together.
- That's your boyfriend for you, a real degenerate, but if he can handle getting us both, you can stay. As she was saying this, Ramel thought about the situation: her getting it on with René in front of her husband, just like they did that day when she found them. Her husband would be watching as René's cock went in and out of her pussy and got into her ass, because that's what she wanted to feel, she had been fantasizing about a cock filling up her ass with cum for a long time.
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