We met squeezing in a bowling alley, I was recently single, she was from a trap. That same night I saw her squeeze with two other friends, and she saw me eating out two of her girlfriends' mouths. Alcohol and disinhibition. Over time we started going out, first as lovers, then as loving friends, and finally as a couple.
We had been without adventures for a long time when she told me she was feeling bored, that she felt out of the market. I encouraged her to flirt with other guys. She rewarded me by allowing me to go out with my friends, with certain limits: I could dance, transact, squeeze, put my fingers in her pussy, make her suck her tits, let myself get blown... but only up to that point, so she'd get excited and want me to tell her all the details about who I had squeezed, that's what got her off.
After a while, she told me she was chatting with a guy she had transacted with at a bowling alley once when we were fighting, the dude lived in another province, quite far away. She told me the guy wanted to make a hot chat and I said if it turned him on, let him go ahead. He didn't dare. The thing stayed that way.
One day, during vacation, she told me the guy was going to be in our city for a weekend and had invited her out. She said she had a boyfriend. He told her to make up an excuse to get out of it. She showed me the conversation, biting her lips between excitement and fear of bothering me. She looked at me What do I do? I don't want to do anything that bothers you or makes you feel bad
I asked if she liked the dude. She said he turned her on more than the situation, hadn't felt courted in years. I told her to go out with him, if she wanted to transact, if she wanted to fuck, under two conditions: I would choose which hotel to take her to and what suite to get her in (of course, he wouldn't know anything, she'd ask for it as her own), and not give up the pussy but the ass. Why did I put those? conditions? I suppose it's morbid, although maybe I wanted to have some control over the situation.
My girlfriend liked the idea of a romantic night out with her boyfriend. She started taking care of herself, lost a few extra kilos, and began going to the gym. She showed me lingerie she had bought to wear on their first date together. And we would imagine how they were going to get it on. Sometimes she would have guilt attacks and tell me she wasn't going to do anything. I didn't pressure her, let her do what she wants, be what she is.
Finally, the day arrived, the guy called her telling her he was in town and asking if she wanted to go out for dinner and a movie that night. I was standing next to her listening to the conversation.
She went to get waxed, got her hair done, looked beautiful. I arranged a night out with friends, thought about getting some slutty clubbing while my wife got her ass filled with cock.
Five minutes before they were supposed to meet up, she regretted it, told me she felt like a slut, that she couldn't enjoy herself, that she loved me. I calmed her down and told her if she let me go out and have some fun, it was only fair that she did the same. She said she couldn't compare, that I went to clubs with kittens while she was going to be out with her boyfriend.
When I was about to write a message to cancel with the guy, an idea occurred to me that could make us all happy. I knew she loved me, wouldn't bear guilt if I hurt her or thought I was making her do so. And I loved her too, and liked seeing her happy, feeling desired, taking care of herself, the excitement of the adventure even though I knew it would be temporary.
And the guy, from what I had seen in the chats she showed me, just wanted to get her off already, the rest was just a bunch of nonsense. She knew that, but liked playing along.
- Wait, don't cancel, let's do something...
- No, no kidding, it's too late, I'm not going
- Listen, let's do this... you go, be the girlfriend for a bit, and have him take you out to dinner... Cinema, which treats you well, and I'll follow, I'll act like an idiot, I feel far away and I'm joking looking at the situation, then everything you do with him and me will know that you're doing it to make us both morbid...and if you go to the hotel, well, I'll call a paid slut, I'll go to the same hotel, and I'll pick her up meters from where you are screwing him.
He looked at me with a mischievous face, his eyes sparkled, he was laughing, I changed my face completely, my nipples stood still, I could see it through the dress.
-You're sick, don't you know?
-Of love for you...
Just then the doorbell rang, my girlfriend's boyfriend had arrived to pick her up...
We had been without adventures for a long time when she told me she was feeling bored, that she felt out of the market. I encouraged her to flirt with other guys. She rewarded me by allowing me to go out with my friends, with certain limits: I could dance, transact, squeeze, put my fingers in her pussy, make her suck her tits, let myself get blown... but only up to that point, so she'd get excited and want me to tell her all the details about who I had squeezed, that's what got her off.
After a while, she told me she was chatting with a guy she had transacted with at a bowling alley once when we were fighting, the dude lived in another province, quite far away. She told me the guy wanted to make a hot chat and I said if it turned him on, let him go ahead. He didn't dare. The thing stayed that way.
One day, during vacation, she told me the guy was going to be in our city for a weekend and had invited her out. She said she had a boyfriend. He told her to make up an excuse to get out of it. She showed me the conversation, biting her lips between excitement and fear of bothering me. She looked at me What do I do? I don't want to do anything that bothers you or makes you feel bad
I asked if she liked the dude. She said he turned her on more than the situation, hadn't felt courted in years. I told her to go out with him, if she wanted to transact, if she wanted to fuck, under two conditions: I would choose which hotel to take her to and what suite to get her in (of course, he wouldn't know anything, she'd ask for it as her own), and not give up the pussy but the ass. Why did I put those? conditions? I suppose it's morbid, although maybe I wanted to have some control over the situation.
My girlfriend liked the idea of a romantic night out with her boyfriend. She started taking care of herself, lost a few extra kilos, and began going to the gym. She showed me lingerie she had bought to wear on their first date together. And we would imagine how they were going to get it on. Sometimes she would have guilt attacks and tell me she wasn't going to do anything. I didn't pressure her, let her do what she wants, be what she is.
Finally, the day arrived, the guy called her telling her he was in town and asking if she wanted to go out for dinner and a movie that night. I was standing next to her listening to the conversation.
She went to get waxed, got her hair done, looked beautiful. I arranged a night out with friends, thought about getting some slutty clubbing while my wife got her ass filled with cock.
Five minutes before they were supposed to meet up, she regretted it, told me she felt like a slut, that she couldn't enjoy herself, that she loved me. I calmed her down and told her if she let me go out and have some fun, it was only fair that she did the same. She said she couldn't compare, that I went to clubs with kittens while she was going to be out with her boyfriend.
When I was about to write a message to cancel with the guy, an idea occurred to me that could make us all happy. I knew she loved me, wouldn't bear guilt if I hurt her or thought I was making her do so. And I loved her too, and liked seeing her happy, feeling desired, taking care of herself, the excitement of the adventure even though I knew it would be temporary.
And the guy, from what I had seen in the chats she showed me, just wanted to get her off already, the rest was just a bunch of nonsense. She knew that, but liked playing along.
- Wait, don't cancel, let's do something...
- No, no kidding, it's too late, I'm not going
- Listen, let's do this... you go, be the girlfriend for a bit, and have him take you out to dinner... Cinema, which treats you well, and I'll follow, I'll act like an idiot, I feel far away and I'm joking looking at the situation, then everything you do with him and me will know that you're doing it to make us both morbid...and if you go to the hotel, well, I'll call a paid slut, I'll go to the same hotel, and I'll pick her up meters from where you are screwing him.
He looked at me with a mischievous face, his eyes sparkled, he was laughing, I changed my face completely, my nipples stood still, I could see it through the dress.
-You're sick, don't you know?
-Of love for you...
Just then the doorbell rang, my girlfriend's boyfriend had arrived to pick her up...
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