We are Fernando and Cecilia, Argentine married couple in our forties. Both of us are professionals, parents, and we have a sexual life that I would judge as more than acceptable, even improving with the years we've been together. Ceci is a brunette, medium to tall height; she has long legs, some extra fat that sometimes bothers her a bit, and enormous breasts that often attract strange men's gazes on the street. She's dominant in daily life, but gets very excited by being submissive in sex. Women occasionally attract her, and she has a fetish for older men initiating young girls. As I've had this recurring fantasy of being cuck for a while now, I was preparing her by watching DP, cuckold, gangbang videos together. When I could, I'd indirectly bring up the topic, but she only accepted it as a shared fantasy and said she wouldn't want to make it real. However, I noticed that the subject was increasingly attracting her over time.
A few days ago, a relative told us they would take care of the kids. Finally, we could enjoy a free night. I announced that I wanted to go to a swinger club (just to watch, of course) and also spend the night at a hotel. I thought she'd throw something at my head, but she accepted. We had sex twice in the hotel room and it was time to get ready to go out. She locked herself in the bathroom and after a while came out. I had never seen her so sexy: a black, loose blouse, a black leather mini skirt, her hair tied up in a tiny bun, black-painted nails on her hands and feet, and high-heeled sandals that accentuated her Booty. Underneath, she showed me the thong-style dental floss underwear I had given her that same afternoon.
In the club, we sat near the bar and took a couple of drinks while people arrived and we looked and commented on the characters: couples, much more attractive than we'd imagined, and the predators who were alone, some looking a bit Filthy and many more attractive ones. At first she was shy: she didn't dare even to lift her gaze and only looked at me. Little by little, with the atmosphere, drinks, and erotic show of the strippers, she began to relax and acclimate: she still avoided eye contact with men and couples passing by, and said that if someone came to talk to us, she would die of shame. She confessed between laughs that while I had gone to the bathroom, a woman had approached her to chat and she had scared her off. We kissed and I noticed she didn't mind me taking her openly from behind in the middle of so many people.
After the show, the music began. We bought some more drinks and went out onto the dance floor. I don't like dancing (especially Latin rhythms), but she does. Above all, she's fascinated by reggaeton. I was moving as best I could, feeling like a robot, while she let herself go more and more. We didn't know the codes of the place, but it was evident that something was going on with the looks, with people passing by too close or dancing next to us from time to time. Every now and then Ceci would tell me someone had brushed against her. She was very embarrassed, but kept on dancing, letting herself go little by little, getting swept up in the music. I got tired of dancing and stood still, moving my arms only slightly, while she danced.
After a while, I realized that a guy was dancing really close to her side: mature, half-bald, with a good physique. Besides intuiting that he could probably attract Ceci because I know well the type of man she likes, it made me envious how well he danced. The guy moved, making my clumsiness and lack of enthusiasm even more evident. Ceci kept on dancing and he would circle around us from time to time like a third person in our couple, sometimes almost intervening between us. At one point, he looked at me and I didn't know what to do except smile stupidly. He kept coming closer and, since Ceci didn't reject him or I did anything to stop him, they began to dance together more and more. that she was with me. First they rubbed against each other and then they got closer and closer. From behind, she started doing the 'perreo' rubbing him harder and harder. Both of us were rising and falling in sync, as if we had known each other forever, with her leaning back on his body. I was clearly the third one. The guy looked at me and, while Ceci rubbed against him, he started caressing her while they danced: first on her shoulders, then holding her waist, then subtly along her hips; but always ambiguously, as if it were part of the dance. Ceci smiled at me and I responded by sending her a kiss in the middle of the music. She was contorting and moving more and more: she was beautiful, totally uninhibited, and seemed to have lost any shame. I confess that it gave me a little jealousy to see the perfect harmony between them, but at the same time I couldn't help but look at them. Until suddenly, still dancing behind her back, Ceci threw her head back and leaned more on him, while the guy started caressing her more explicitly on the outside of her thighs, hips, breasts, and buried his face in her hair. The view was magnetic: my fantastic wife, free, totally liberated, moving super sexy to the rhythm of the music over those incredibly high heels, complementing herself perfectly with that fellow we had never seen before.
Suddenly he took her hand and said Let's take a walk. I felt like I got an electric shock. Not a single gesture came out of me. Ceci took my hand too and we let ourselves be led. As we advanced she turned around and smiled at me. She was radiant. The guy led us through a corridor, dodging a guard, and we entered a room with even darker light. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour. This was what I had come to see: in the colored lights of the darkness, trying not to step on anyone, explicit porn scenes were visible while the guy led us to the armchairs in one of the farthest corners. Without saying a word, he sat me down in an armchair as if I were a baby and stopped Ceci, who was still holding my hand, looking at the wall. I think she didn't expect something so abrupt. She began to lean on her, rubbing her, caressing her, fondling her, making her feel his erection while she nervously squeezed my hand. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I squeezed her hand hard, encouraging her. With his left hand he turned her head back and kissed her, then put his left hand under her blouse, caressing her breasts, while with his right hand he caressed the side of her legs and rubbed against her. Ceci said no, no... no, but barely whispered it without much conviction. As she continued to resist, the guy bit the back of her neck and there Ceci couldn't take it anymore: I knew she was already his. He would do with her whatever he wanted. My wife let go of my hand and gave herself to that guy who was putting his hand under her shirt and caressing her, making her contort like a madwoman. The guy unhooked her bra and threw it at me while she let him manhandle her as if I weren't there: from behind, dominated, completely surrendered, twisting with pleasure. Suddenly he turned her around against the wall and put her on her knees. She wasn't even looking at me anymore. The guy pulled out an impressive cock, quite thicker than long, totally erect, and put it in her face. He went over her face expertly, patiently, implacably, all sides except for her mouth, to drive her crazy with anxiety. Ceci was looking at him, supplicating. Only then did the guy look at me for the first time and said loudly: Look how I'm making your wife eat. And he shoved it into her mouth. Ceci was caressing his balls with one hand and pushing him deeper in with the other, to swallow everything. She was trying hard to please him, deploying all the weapons she knows: pausing the rhythm, accelerating, licking her groin, balls, and trunk, to finally devour the head giving her male the maximum pleasure. The guy was thrashing about and I was meanwhile on the verge of a heart attack. I had never been so excited.
She lifted him off my tiny ass hair and threw him brusquely onto all fours onto the same couch where I was sitting, almost right on top of me. We barely exchanged a fleeting glance with my wife while she clung to the backrest with one hand and my chest with the other, and he was lifting her miniskirt, running her thong, with one hand taking hold of her hair, pulling her head back, and with the other her ass. Ceci told me 'Fernand...' just as he penetrated her. My wife arched and groaned in pain from the brusqueness, but the guy didn't care and started moving slowly. She was saying 'no, no...', but I knew she was enjoying it like never before. The guy knew what he was doing: he began to pump calmly, slowly, accelerating a little at a time, while Ceci let herself go, forgetting any modesty and despite the people around her couldn't contain her moans. I grabbed her hand tighter every time. I saw her going wild, panting 'yes, yes, more!', as he rode her and accelerated his thrusts, pulling her head back for me to appreciate my wife's face of ecstasy. It was really a machine. Ceci looked at me, panting; she moaned and said: 'oh God, it's hard... so hard'. We both knew I could never have mounted her like that, with such mastery, resistance, intensity. She twisted in pleasure as the guy gave her harder and harder, now banging away on her Booty. 'Do you like it?', he told me. I nodded hypnotized: I was enjoying it like never before, watching a true alpha male satisfying my wife a thousand times better than I could ever do, and bringing out the slut inside her. He accelerated even more. Ceci arched, looked at me and said 'I feel it inside, so inside...!' Her eggs were clearly slapping against my wife's Booty until he pulled her head back by the hair. Almost like a horse would stop, and he made her look at me just as I was screaming: “Finish me inside! Call it cum!” and receiving the load of his semen and screaming “Yes, yes, yes!”, and he gave the final assaults to that abused ass while she finished trembling with her eyes closed.
The guy got up, with his enormous cock still hard, wet, shiny, grabbed my wife's head and put it in her mouth: Clean, he told her. And Ceci devoured him, sucking, savoring, and swallowing until the last drop of cum. And then he gave me a slightly disdainful look and left. As Ceci looked at me kneeling down, beautiful, panting, full of another man's cum, I thought I had never loved her as much as I did then.
A few days ago, a relative told us they would take care of the kids. Finally, we could enjoy a free night. I announced that I wanted to go to a swinger club (just to watch, of course) and also spend the night at a hotel. I thought she'd throw something at my head, but she accepted. We had sex twice in the hotel room and it was time to get ready to go out. She locked herself in the bathroom and after a while came out. I had never seen her so sexy: a black, loose blouse, a black leather mini skirt, her hair tied up in a tiny bun, black-painted nails on her hands and feet, and high-heeled sandals that accentuated her Booty. Underneath, she showed me the thong-style dental floss underwear I had given her that same afternoon.
In the club, we sat near the bar and took a couple of drinks while people arrived and we looked and commented on the characters: couples, much more attractive than we'd imagined, and the predators who were alone, some looking a bit Filthy and many more attractive ones. At first she was shy: she didn't dare even to lift her gaze and only looked at me. Little by little, with the atmosphere, drinks, and erotic show of the strippers, she began to relax and acclimate: she still avoided eye contact with men and couples passing by, and said that if someone came to talk to us, she would die of shame. She confessed between laughs that while I had gone to the bathroom, a woman had approached her to chat and she had scared her off. We kissed and I noticed she didn't mind me taking her openly from behind in the middle of so many people.
After the show, the music began. We bought some more drinks and went out onto the dance floor. I don't like dancing (especially Latin rhythms), but she does. Above all, she's fascinated by reggaeton. I was moving as best I could, feeling like a robot, while she let herself go more and more. We didn't know the codes of the place, but it was evident that something was going on with the looks, with people passing by too close or dancing next to us from time to time. Every now and then Ceci would tell me someone had brushed against her. She was very embarrassed, but kept on dancing, letting herself go little by little, getting swept up in the music. I got tired of dancing and stood still, moving my arms only slightly, while she danced.
After a while, I realized that a guy was dancing really close to her side: mature, half-bald, with a good physique. Besides intuiting that he could probably attract Ceci because I know well the type of man she likes, it made me envious how well he danced. The guy moved, making my clumsiness and lack of enthusiasm even more evident. Ceci kept on dancing and he would circle around us from time to time like a third person in our couple, sometimes almost intervening between us. At one point, he looked at me and I didn't know what to do except smile stupidly. He kept coming closer and, since Ceci didn't reject him or I did anything to stop him, they began to dance together more and more. that she was with me. First they rubbed against each other and then they got closer and closer. From behind, she started doing the 'perreo' rubbing him harder and harder. Both of us were rising and falling in sync, as if we had known each other forever, with her leaning back on his body. I was clearly the third one. The guy looked at me and, while Ceci rubbed against him, he started caressing her while they danced: first on her shoulders, then holding her waist, then subtly along her hips; but always ambiguously, as if it were part of the dance. Ceci smiled at me and I responded by sending her a kiss in the middle of the music. She was contorting and moving more and more: she was beautiful, totally uninhibited, and seemed to have lost any shame. I confess that it gave me a little jealousy to see the perfect harmony between them, but at the same time I couldn't help but look at them. Until suddenly, still dancing behind her back, Ceci threw her head back and leaned more on him, while the guy started caressing her more explicitly on the outside of her thighs, hips, breasts, and buried his face in her hair. The view was magnetic: my fantastic wife, free, totally liberated, moving super sexy to the rhythm of the music over those incredibly high heels, complementing herself perfectly with that fellow we had never seen before.
Suddenly he took her hand and said Let's take a walk. I felt like I got an electric shock. Not a single gesture came out of me. Ceci took my hand too and we let ourselves be led. As we advanced she turned around and smiled at me. She was radiant. The guy led us through a corridor, dodging a guard, and we entered a room with even darker light. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour. This was what I had come to see: in the colored lights of the darkness, trying not to step on anyone, explicit porn scenes were visible while the guy led us to the armchairs in one of the farthest corners. Without saying a word, he sat me down in an armchair as if I were a baby and stopped Ceci, who was still holding my hand, looking at the wall. I think she didn't expect something so abrupt. She began to lean on her, rubbing her, caressing her, fondling her, making her feel his erection while she nervously squeezed my hand. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I squeezed her hand hard, encouraging her. With his left hand he turned her head back and kissed her, then put his left hand under her blouse, caressing her breasts, while with his right hand he caressed the side of her legs and rubbed against her. Ceci said no, no... no, but barely whispered it without much conviction. As she continued to resist, the guy bit the back of her neck and there Ceci couldn't take it anymore: I knew she was already his. He would do with her whatever he wanted. My wife let go of my hand and gave herself to that guy who was putting his hand under her shirt and caressing her, making her contort like a madwoman. The guy unhooked her bra and threw it at me while she let him manhandle her as if I weren't there: from behind, dominated, completely surrendered, twisting with pleasure. Suddenly he turned her around against the wall and put her on her knees. She wasn't even looking at me anymore. The guy pulled out an impressive cock, quite thicker than long, totally erect, and put it in her face. He went over her face expertly, patiently, implacably, all sides except for her mouth, to drive her crazy with anxiety. Ceci was looking at him, supplicating. Only then did the guy look at me for the first time and said loudly: Look how I'm making your wife eat. And he shoved it into her mouth. Ceci was caressing his balls with one hand and pushing him deeper in with the other, to swallow everything. She was trying hard to please him, deploying all the weapons she knows: pausing the rhythm, accelerating, licking her groin, balls, and trunk, to finally devour the head giving her male the maximum pleasure. The guy was thrashing about and I was meanwhile on the verge of a heart attack. I had never been so excited.
She lifted him off my tiny ass hair and threw him brusquely onto all fours onto the same couch where I was sitting, almost right on top of me. We barely exchanged a fleeting glance with my wife while she clung to the backrest with one hand and my chest with the other, and he was lifting her miniskirt, running her thong, with one hand taking hold of her hair, pulling her head back, and with the other her ass. Ceci told me 'Fernand...' just as he penetrated her. My wife arched and groaned in pain from the brusqueness, but the guy didn't care and started moving slowly. She was saying 'no, no...', but I knew she was enjoying it like never before. The guy knew what he was doing: he began to pump calmly, slowly, accelerating a little at a time, while Ceci let herself go, forgetting any modesty and despite the people around her couldn't contain her moans. I grabbed her hand tighter every time. I saw her going wild, panting 'yes, yes, more!', as he rode her and accelerated his thrusts, pulling her head back for me to appreciate my wife's face of ecstasy. It was really a machine. Ceci looked at me, panting; she moaned and said: 'oh God, it's hard... so hard'. We both knew I could never have mounted her like that, with such mastery, resistance, intensity. She twisted in pleasure as the guy gave her harder and harder, now banging away on her Booty. 'Do you like it?', he told me. I nodded hypnotized: I was enjoying it like never before, watching a true alpha male satisfying my wife a thousand times better than I could ever do, and bringing out the slut inside her. He accelerated even more. Ceci arched, looked at me and said 'I feel it inside, so inside...!' Her eggs were clearly slapping against my wife's Booty until he pulled her head back by the hair. Almost like a horse would stop, and he made her look at me just as I was screaming: “Finish me inside! Call it cum!” and receiving the load of his semen and screaming “Yes, yes, yes!”, and he gave the final assaults to that abused ass while she finished trembling with her eyes closed.
The guy got up, with his enormous cock still hard, wet, shiny, grabbed my wife's head and put it in her mouth: Clean, he told her. And Ceci devoured him, sucking, savoring, and swallowing until the last drop of cum. And then he gave me a slightly disdainful look and left. As Ceci looked at me kneeling down, beautiful, panting, full of another man's cum, I thought I had never loved her as much as I did then.
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