I had been coming contractured for several days. My job is one of those where you're at full capacity all day. One Tuesday I woke up and told my wife: 'I'm not giving more, it's killing me cervical!' She replied: 'You should go to a masseuse' Then I reminded her that I didn't have time, that lately I had been living on the runs.
To the other day when I wake up, he tells me: 'sky at 9 am a masseuse is coming that I found on Face, so you'll save time going' He thanked him with a kiss and we started having breakfast. A bit before 9 she goes to shower.
9 am in the morning the bell rings and I see through the window that the masseuse has arrived, and he's getting out of a utility vehicle with a folding stretcher. I decided that the best place to put the stretcher was the living room, since my wife was showering and would probably go change in our bedroom.
The masseur had a Venezuelan tone, was a tall thin man, simple, common. While the masseur was explaining some things to me with much technicality, he looked on in amazement as my wife wrapped in a towel approached and greeted the masseur at the same time as she told me she was going to change.
At some point while she's getting massages, she comes back and sits on the couch. She had put on a muscular black woman, with a white leggings, those short ones that show everything and which she always wears between her legs. She tells me she was going to take advantage of someone giving her massages too. I thought it was fair for her to relax.
When it was my turn I went to take a quick shower to get rid of those annoying oils they use for massages. On the way back everything was normal again, my wife on her stomach, with her bra unbuttoned and the Venezuelan doing his job. I sit down in the armchair and put on a series of Netflix shows, obviously with the volume low so as not to disturb.
But I couldn't concentrate on the TV, my gaze would stray to that scene: my wife lying on her back with her bra unfastened, her breasts moving in time with the masseur's hands, her white leggings revealing a translucent black thong well-placed on her ass. For a moment, I thought about knocking out the Venezuelan if he moved his hand half an inch too far. Then I heard the witch say she wanted full massages, that her legs were tired, obviously the masseur clarified that was another price and continued.
He asks my wife to cover her booty with the towel and lower her leggings a bit, as she had to massage where that nerve starts. She naturally agrees and he continues working.
I know that massages on the booty drive them crazy, in my mind was the image of how it was getting wet when I massaged her pussy while playing those games beforehand.
I thought it was a great opportunity to play around with her and leave her feeling caramelized when the Venezuelan leaves. Then I approach her and ask her to teach me how to move my hands and if there's a secret. She explained that it's about running along the muscles from tip to tip, trying to run who knows what inside of her (hahaha). I started practicing at that exact moment, massaging my wife's legs while the Venezuelan continued to massage his waist. Little by little, I was raising my hands, until I felt her leggings underneath the towel. Then I asked her to take off the leggings and leave herself covered only with the towel. She didn't seem to like it, but as always she was very accommodating towards me, so she did it. I kept massaging her legs, getting closer and closer to her Booty, you could tell the masseuse was half uncomfortable, but never stopped doing his job. I grabbed more oil and hunted my hands, the towel was already on the edge of her Booty, covering very little of her body. My hands were gliding smoothly, with just the right pressure, not too soft or too hard. You could tell she was relaxed, enjoying the 4 hands massaging her.
I felt that little devil sinner talking to me in my ear, asking me to massage his booty. It's already been! I thought. My wife and I if we can. My hands began to rise slowly, rubbing with the tip of my fingers her sex, the palms of my hands tracing the entire surface of her glutes. I'm not sure if it was the oil or her ecstasy, but I felt the warm humid emanate from between her legs with each stroke of my fingers in her intimacy. I noticed that the masseur wasn't standing up so straight anymore, just like me, and I understood that he too was getting ecstatic. That wasn't the plan, the plan was to leave her at point caramel when he left. But I understood that the masseur's effect was a small collateral.
I don't know what happened, but my erection was already uncontrollable. At that moment the Venezuelan asked my wife to unhook her bra and turn around, leaving her lying on her back. He continued working on my wife's arms and I on her legs. She looked at me and I think she noticed my erection because she smiled playfully. That thrilled me even more, and without caring about anything, I began to massage her sex. She simply took the towel and covered her face as if she didn't want us to see her expressions of pleasure.
The Venezuelan was already getting hard. It showed a lot. Then he told me that he should continue with his feet, as it was his job; I didn't say anything and I went to the torso of my wife. I took the oil again, spread it on her shoulders, and slowly started directing my hands towards her breasts. They felt swollen, with the nipples pointing up. I lifted her bra, leaving her breasts exposed. She remained still, submissive, compliant, but with her face covered. At that moment, I looked at the masseur and made a gesture for him to come closer silently. I took his hands and placed them on my wife's breasts.
As you know, my wife's breasts are enchanting. They're not giants, but with her 95 years old they're more than appetizing.
The Venezuelan was red, purple or burgundy, I don't know. But he never stopped massaging the breasts of the terrible submissive woman we had delivered to the bed. My hands started to massage my wife's feet just like the Venezuelan had been doing before me, with the difference that I began to slowly move up and caress her sex again.
I noticed how her breathing was becoming more profound, the smooth movement of her abdomen, the warm humidity between her lips. In a moment we found ourselves standing on both sides of my wife, and she began to search for our packages with her hands. I nodded my head, and the Venezuelan let my wife massage his cock while she paged me with the other hand. I removed the towel that covered her face... the sweaty slut face my wife had at that moment was impressive! And as I removed the towel from her face, she turned her body, began to suck my cock, leaving her bum pointing towards the Venezuelan. He continued to caress her, I think he was waiting for my consent to take it further.
That situation of control I liked and enjoyed that my wife was sucking me in front of him, and he playing until then, unable to take the next step. I think I went crazy with pleasure and took my hands on my wife's head, started kissing her mouth, each time with more and more force. She felt suffocating, I would pull back to let her breathe for a second and then go at it again.
She has the virtue that when she sucks my cock, I feel her warmth all over my cock, from the head to where the trunk begins. I couldn't hold on, I was very ecstatic at the same time as the Venezuelan had already spread his legs apart from my wife and was massaging her clitoris.
I exploded! I exploded violently inside her mouth, and with each cum shot I let out, I pushed her deeper into her throat.
It was very pleasant to know that something had been swallowed, that she had taken her mouth so much that on several occasions they caught her gagging.
For those who don't know, my wife is an expert breast feeder, but she doesn't swallow the cum because it chokes her (if anyone has a tip for respectfully taking in the cum, I'd appreciate it)
Returning to that moment... I had blown the whistle at full blast and ended up in her mouth, then I handed her a napkin so she could spit out what was left of the cum, all while lowering the bed and resting her again this time with her face pointing straight at the Venezuelan's package.
She looks at me over the shoulders and with astonishment asks if I was sure. I nod my head to both, and she without hesitation starts playing with the Venezuelan's cock on top of the blue armchair that I had on.
It was there that I remembered a conversation with another Poringa boy about experiences, he was talking to me about couchkol or something like that, which is when one watches how his wife gets screwed. I thought it might be that she feels? and I headed towards the sofa, sitting down and watching that scene.
The truth is rare, it's a mix of sensations, of feelings.
What first caused me was jealousy and amazement, seeing her sucking his cock with such sweetness, as if she was enjoying every centimeter of cock in front of her. Also, I worried that she would be like this with another, but I understood that I was the one who led us to this situation and that I agreed for him to touch her up and for her to suck him off. But at the end, I felt a certain morbidness, and I started to get excited again, my cock getting hard once more.
A memory came back to me about how we had started the year in the fifth, alongside Sheila and Oscar. I thought it was just that as I screwed Sheila, she should feel another cock inside her.
I went to the room and took a condom. I came back and she was still there, with her naked ass pointing at me, her swollen and wet vaginal lips while she was being serviced by the Venezuelan guy. I stopped in front of her and without even looking at me, takes both nipples with her hands and starts sucking them, turning them around, playing one while sucking the other. I thought about taking out my phone and taking that picture we've been talking about, of two nipples inserted into her mouth, but it would have ruined the moment.
I look at the Venezuelan and give him a condom, he understood that it was time to screw her!
She directed herself towards the back of my wife, got down on her knees, put her hands on the buttocks and separated them, burying her face in the Booty of my woman, giving her tongue!! I could hear the moans of my submissive while she didn't stop sucking me! He stopped and already had his condom on, took her by the waist and gently began to open himself up inside her, feeling like he was enjoying that moment because he stopped sucking me and focused all his senses on the sensation of being penetrated by a stranger. He started increasing his pace, with a sensual movement, penetrating her and moving at the same time. On the back of my wife, it looked like her perspiration was increasing, as she was getting closer to her point of explosion. At the same time, her tongue wrapped around my cock. I felt her squeezing my cock with force and letting out a strong moan of pleasure. The daughter of a thousand sluts had exploded with another cock, had been possessed by a stranger who contacted her on Facebook, and ended up with his cock inside her. She stayed motionless for an instant, then got back up and with her agitated voice said: come, getting down on the floor. She took both nipples and started sucking and licking them frenetically. When she noticed that the Venezuelan was about to explode, she brought her breasts together and he let out a strong and abundant jet of cum over her breasts. My wife was made into a slut and that image made me unable to control myself, letting out my sperm violently all over her face, when even the Venezuelan wasn't finished ejaculating yet. It was so much and so deep that I bathed her face and hair with it.
A brief silence was made. She got up and without saying anything directed herself to the bathroom, walking sensually, slowly, knowing that both of us were watching the movement of her booty as she walked.
It was rare, it was an uncomfortable situation. The two of us standing there, with the cock dying slowly, and having in front of a stranger who had hooked up with my wife and she, the very slut, enjoyed it too.
I didn't know what to say, then he's putting on his pants and says: I'll only charge you for your massages, anything else is on my internet page.
In silence I gave him his money and he left, as if nothing had happened.
I lift the towel that had been left on the floor and go to the bathroom. And there she was, my wife under the shower, with one of her hands on her breasts, her gaze fixed towards the wall, she was flushed, the vein on her forehead was swollen, her mouth open, fixed, and her other hand frantically moving over her clitoris. Note my presence, she looks at me straight and in that precise moment a huge orgasm explodes in her body. And I'm there, frozen, perplexed by such a situation!
To the other day when I wake up, he tells me: 'sky at 9 am a masseuse is coming that I found on Face, so you'll save time going' He thanked him with a kiss and we started having breakfast. A bit before 9 she goes to shower.
9 am in the morning the bell rings and I see through the window that the masseuse has arrived, and he's getting out of a utility vehicle with a folding stretcher. I decided that the best place to put the stretcher was the living room, since my wife was showering and would probably go change in our bedroom.
The masseur had a Venezuelan tone, was a tall thin man, simple, common. While the masseur was explaining some things to me with much technicality, he looked on in amazement as my wife wrapped in a towel approached and greeted the masseur at the same time as she told me she was going to change.
At some point while she's getting massages, she comes back and sits on the couch. She had put on a muscular black woman, with a white leggings, those short ones that show everything and which she always wears between her legs. She tells me she was going to take advantage of someone giving her massages too. I thought it was fair for her to relax.
When it was my turn I went to take a quick shower to get rid of those annoying oils they use for massages. On the way back everything was normal again, my wife on her stomach, with her bra unbuttoned and the Venezuelan doing his job. I sit down in the armchair and put on a series of Netflix shows, obviously with the volume low so as not to disturb.
But I couldn't concentrate on the TV, my gaze would stray to that scene: my wife lying on her back with her bra unfastened, her breasts moving in time with the masseur's hands, her white leggings revealing a translucent black thong well-placed on her ass. For a moment, I thought about knocking out the Venezuelan if he moved his hand half an inch too far. Then I heard the witch say she wanted full massages, that her legs were tired, obviously the masseur clarified that was another price and continued.
He asks my wife to cover her booty with the towel and lower her leggings a bit, as she had to massage where that nerve starts. She naturally agrees and he continues working.
I know that massages on the booty drive them crazy, in my mind was the image of how it was getting wet when I massaged her pussy while playing those games beforehand.
I thought it was a great opportunity to play around with her and leave her feeling caramelized when the Venezuelan leaves. Then I approach her and ask her to teach me how to move my hands and if there's a secret. She explained that it's about running along the muscles from tip to tip, trying to run who knows what inside of her (hahaha). I started practicing at that exact moment, massaging my wife's legs while the Venezuelan continued to massage his waist. Little by little, I was raising my hands, until I felt her leggings underneath the towel. Then I asked her to take off the leggings and leave herself covered only with the towel. She didn't seem to like it, but as always she was very accommodating towards me, so she did it. I kept massaging her legs, getting closer and closer to her Booty, you could tell the masseuse was half uncomfortable, but never stopped doing his job. I grabbed more oil and hunted my hands, the towel was already on the edge of her Booty, covering very little of her body. My hands were gliding smoothly, with just the right pressure, not too soft or too hard. You could tell she was relaxed, enjoying the 4 hands massaging her.
I felt that little devil sinner talking to me in my ear, asking me to massage his booty. It's already been! I thought. My wife and I if we can. My hands began to rise slowly, rubbing with the tip of my fingers her sex, the palms of my hands tracing the entire surface of her glutes. I'm not sure if it was the oil or her ecstasy, but I felt the warm humid emanate from between her legs with each stroke of my fingers in her intimacy. I noticed that the masseur wasn't standing up so straight anymore, just like me, and I understood that he too was getting ecstatic. That wasn't the plan, the plan was to leave her at point caramel when he left. But I understood that the masseur's effect was a small collateral.
I don't know what happened, but my erection was already uncontrollable. At that moment the Venezuelan asked my wife to unhook her bra and turn around, leaving her lying on her back. He continued working on my wife's arms and I on her legs. She looked at me and I think she noticed my erection because she smiled playfully. That thrilled me even more, and without caring about anything, I began to massage her sex. She simply took the towel and covered her face as if she didn't want us to see her expressions of pleasure.
The Venezuelan was already getting hard. It showed a lot. Then he told me that he should continue with his feet, as it was his job; I didn't say anything and I went to the torso of my wife. I took the oil again, spread it on her shoulders, and slowly started directing my hands towards her breasts. They felt swollen, with the nipples pointing up. I lifted her bra, leaving her breasts exposed. She remained still, submissive, compliant, but with her face covered. At that moment, I looked at the masseur and made a gesture for him to come closer silently. I took his hands and placed them on my wife's breasts.
As you know, my wife's breasts are enchanting. They're not giants, but with her 95 years old they're more than appetizing.
The Venezuelan was red, purple or burgundy, I don't know. But he never stopped massaging the breasts of the terrible submissive woman we had delivered to the bed. My hands started to massage my wife's feet just like the Venezuelan had been doing before me, with the difference that I began to slowly move up and caress her sex again.
I noticed how her breathing was becoming more profound, the smooth movement of her abdomen, the warm humidity between her lips. In a moment we found ourselves standing on both sides of my wife, and she began to search for our packages with her hands. I nodded my head, and the Venezuelan let my wife massage his cock while she paged me with the other hand. I removed the towel that covered her face... the sweaty slut face my wife had at that moment was impressive! And as I removed the towel from her face, she turned her body, began to suck my cock, leaving her bum pointing towards the Venezuelan. He continued to caress her, I think he was waiting for my consent to take it further.
That situation of control I liked and enjoyed that my wife was sucking me in front of him, and he playing until then, unable to take the next step. I think I went crazy with pleasure and took my hands on my wife's head, started kissing her mouth, each time with more and more force. She felt suffocating, I would pull back to let her breathe for a second and then go at it again.
She has the virtue that when she sucks my cock, I feel her warmth all over my cock, from the head to where the trunk begins. I couldn't hold on, I was very ecstatic at the same time as the Venezuelan had already spread his legs apart from my wife and was massaging her clitoris.
I exploded! I exploded violently inside her mouth, and with each cum shot I let out, I pushed her deeper into her throat.
It was very pleasant to know that something had been swallowed, that she had taken her mouth so much that on several occasions they caught her gagging.
For those who don't know, my wife is an expert breast feeder, but she doesn't swallow the cum because it chokes her (if anyone has a tip for respectfully taking in the cum, I'd appreciate it)
Returning to that moment... I had blown the whistle at full blast and ended up in her mouth, then I handed her a napkin so she could spit out what was left of the cum, all while lowering the bed and resting her again this time with her face pointing straight at the Venezuelan's package.
She looks at me over the shoulders and with astonishment asks if I was sure. I nod my head to both, and she without hesitation starts playing with the Venezuelan's cock on top of the blue armchair that I had on.
It was there that I remembered a conversation with another Poringa boy about experiences, he was talking to me about couchkol or something like that, which is when one watches how his wife gets screwed. I thought it might be that she feels? and I headed towards the sofa, sitting down and watching that scene.
The truth is rare, it's a mix of sensations, of feelings.
What first caused me was jealousy and amazement, seeing her sucking his cock with such sweetness, as if she was enjoying every centimeter of cock in front of her. Also, I worried that she would be like this with another, but I understood that I was the one who led us to this situation and that I agreed for him to touch her up and for her to suck him off. But at the end, I felt a certain morbidness, and I started to get excited again, my cock getting hard once more.
A memory came back to me about how we had started the year in the fifth, alongside Sheila and Oscar. I thought it was just that as I screwed Sheila, she should feel another cock inside her.
I went to the room and took a condom. I came back and she was still there, with her naked ass pointing at me, her swollen and wet vaginal lips while she was being serviced by the Venezuelan guy. I stopped in front of her and without even looking at me, takes both nipples with her hands and starts sucking them, turning them around, playing one while sucking the other. I thought about taking out my phone and taking that picture we've been talking about, of two nipples inserted into her mouth, but it would have ruined the moment.
I look at the Venezuelan and give him a condom, he understood that it was time to screw her!
She directed herself towards the back of my wife, got down on her knees, put her hands on the buttocks and separated them, burying her face in the Booty of my woman, giving her tongue!! I could hear the moans of my submissive while she didn't stop sucking me! He stopped and already had his condom on, took her by the waist and gently began to open himself up inside her, feeling like he was enjoying that moment because he stopped sucking me and focused all his senses on the sensation of being penetrated by a stranger. He started increasing his pace, with a sensual movement, penetrating her and moving at the same time. On the back of my wife, it looked like her perspiration was increasing, as she was getting closer to her point of explosion. At the same time, her tongue wrapped around my cock. I felt her squeezing my cock with force and letting out a strong moan of pleasure. The daughter of a thousand sluts had exploded with another cock, had been possessed by a stranger who contacted her on Facebook, and ended up with his cock inside her. She stayed motionless for an instant, then got back up and with her agitated voice said: come, getting down on the floor. She took both nipples and started sucking and licking them frenetically. When she noticed that the Venezuelan was about to explode, she brought her breasts together and he let out a strong and abundant jet of cum over her breasts. My wife was made into a slut and that image made me unable to control myself, letting out my sperm violently all over her face, when even the Venezuelan wasn't finished ejaculating yet. It was so much and so deep that I bathed her face and hair with it.
A brief silence was made. She got up and without saying anything directed herself to the bathroom, walking sensually, slowly, knowing that both of us were watching the movement of her booty as she walked.
It was rare, it was an uncomfortable situation. The two of us standing there, with the cock dying slowly, and having in front of a stranger who had hooked up with my wife and she, the very slut, enjoyed it too.
I didn't know what to say, then he's putting on his pants and says: I'll only charge you for your massages, anything else is on my internet page.
In silence I gave him his money and he left, as if nothing had happened.
I lift the towel that had been left on the floor and go to the bathroom. And there she was, my wife under the shower, with one of her hands on her breasts, her gaze fixed towards the wall, she was flushed, the vein on her forehead was swollen, her mouth open, fixed, and her other hand frantically moving over her clitoris. Note my presence, she looks at me straight and in that precise moment a huge orgasm explodes in her body. And I'm there, frozen, perplexed by such a situation!
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