Infidelidad frente a mi esposo

My infidelity in front of my husband I've been married for 10 years, my name is Hely, it's gone very well in my marriage. I love my husband Mario, and he loves me. We have two sons and everything works quite well. I'm saying this because somehow what happened to us I could never imagine, taking into account that both of us are professionals, adults, sexually satisfied and - we would say - normal like any couple. As for me, I'm 38 years old, white skin, green eyes, good breasts, wide hips, and a figure that without being super good could say I take care of myself very well. My husband Mario is 38 years old, tall, slightly thin, well-looking. His work sent him to CDMX, to an event where he would give a conference. However, he decided to bring me to get to know the city. Taking into account that only he was going to give his conference, we decided to stay that week and get to know each other, enjoy something we had been doing for a long time without doing alone. It would be our second honeymoon. We would make the most of that week: during the day, walking; at night, dancing and having sex. However, after so much walking and dancing, we spent the whole week without having sex. One night before returning, things changed radically. Maybe too much. Mario asked me several times to release our desires in Mexico, to take advantage of the fact that nobody knew us there to do things we couldn't do here, and he was talking about sex. I didn't take it seriously at all. That night began like the previous ones: after walks, dance, drinks, in a discotheque we had already visited. There, we met Memo, a brunette from Mexico City, quite handsome, around 40 years old, very friendly. We met him when he presented a silly incident at the entrance of the discotheque and a few hours later, inside the club, he approached us and in a very friendly way asked Mario if he could dance with me. My husband, who is not very jealous and being already a bit drunk He accepted kindly, I also, because I felt curiosity to dance with someone from there. The dance floor was packed, so Memo and I soon stopped looking at my husband. We had to dance very close for a set of salsa, also recognizing that dancing with him, so close, resulted in being unsettling. So close, his package rubbed against my stomach, my breasts pressed against his firm chest, his masculine aroma, his close breath, his gaze so close to mine, when he was commenting on unimportant things but at centimeters from my face, his strong body, it was an incredible electric effect. My nipples reacted by hardening, I suppose Memo also noticed. I got hot until I felt ashamed of my sensations, I who have never been unfaithful, except for the games I consider innocent, which I've done online. I tried to push away those thoughts and feelings and keep dancing. After getting hot and feeling sorry, we finished dancing, while walking through the crowd Memo gently grabbed my waist to help me pass through the people. I felt his firm and masculine hands on my body and I loved it. After that moment, Memo stayed close to us, sometimes taking me out to dance again, although I felt like each time were more touches, looks, and seduction, at the same time I let myself be carried away more by the situation. Memo from 2 am. We decided to leave, since my husband was already drunk. By that moment, the contacts with Memo had become very frequent, we three would talk until we shared a round of shots. We left the nightclub as if we had arrived together. When leaving, he asked where we were going. We only knew the name of the hotel, so he offered to share the taxi to indicate the place. The taxi we took didn't have a front seat, so we shared the backseat, which wasn't very spacious either. There, while I was sitting tightly between both men, for the first time it passed through my mind possibility of what we would do later becoming a reality. I even remember that Memo was rubbing my skin with great discretion, especially when we passed through some dark place, he was touching me softly on the arms. When we arrived at the hotel, Mario surprisingly offered in a state of intoxication: why don't you come up and let's take another drink. Memo pretended to be a bit sad, had to be asked again but accepted. Once in the room, my husband served him a drink, but soon he apologized and went to the bathroom. He was very drunk and could be heard vomiting in the bathroom. By that moment, Memo was looking at me differently, knowing I was excited, it was noticeable, you could feel it in the atmosphere. He was looking at me seductively, poking my breasts with his eyes, it was clear something would happen. My husband came out of the bathroom very drunk. He had taken off his clothes, leaving only his boxer shorts on. Without saying anything, he jumped onto the bed and stayed there like dead. Memo, trying to hide it, said well, I'll leave and simply got up. I, a little disappointed, accompanied him to the entrance of the room. There he came closer again, as if to say goodbye, but the new touch of his skin, the chemistry between us, betrayed me once more. Disguising himself with a goodnight kiss, we ended up kissing. First softly, our lips barely touching, then came the passionate kisses. Memo's tongue unleashed my lust, there I lost all ability to be faithful, excitement took over and I lost all rationality. There, stuck at the door of the room, we kissed with lust, ate each other's mouths, started caressing each other a few meters from my drunk husband, who was sleeping deeply. Memo took advantage of it to caress my breasts, rub my body, while I rubbed his muscular back. He put his hand under my blouse and lifted my bra, fondled my tits, stopped with passion on my erect nipples. I no longer resisted, let myself be carried away by passion, forgetting for an instant about my drunk husband. near us. Memo lowered his face to dedicate himself to licking my nipples, sucking my breasts, something I love and excites me. Seeing him do it made me go crazy with desire, but also allowed me to look up for the first time in minutes at where Mario was sleeping, half-naked, face down, unaware of my infidelity. I felt guilty, the idea of stopping my lover passed through my mind, submerged in my breasts, sucking, but honestly I didn't have the strength, I was too excited, barely had the strength to separate him gently with my hands from who was giving me that enormous pleasure. Memo interpreted that gesture more like a challenge, a dare. He kissed me again and pulled me towards the interior of the room. We were next to my drunk husband! There he took off his shirt, revealing a well-cared-for chest, a masculine body, definitely a beautiful black man. He tried to do the same with me, but being next to Mario I treated myself by pulling my blouse down and shaking my head while looking at my husband. It was obvious that my denial had more to do with the fact that my husband was there than not wanting to fuck that beautiful black man. That's how César understood it, who threw one of the pillows on the carpeted floor of the room, inviting me to fuck on the floor since the only bed was occupied by my drunk husband. I thought it was crazy and reckless, considering that if he woke up he could ruin 10 years of marriage, all the love I have for my husband, our beautiful family, everything passed like a quick movie through my mind and I kept denying myself with my face, although my vagina was already soaked, my palpitations to the million, my hands trembling and sweaty and my nipples almost bursting. It was a sea of contradictions. I don't know how Memo came up with the idea that undressing would help, but he got it right. His next action was to undress himself. He slowly removed his tight jeans and lowered his clothes, revealing a beautiful penis. erecto. Although I'd rather not say it, Memo was very well-endowed. He looked at me fixedly, although I couldn't help but gaze at his tremendous body. Although I had several partners before Mario, honestly I don't think I've been with a man like that before. He kicked off his pants, boxers, and shoes, leaving himself completely naked. He smiled sweetly and came closer again, while I was practically next to the bed where Mario was sleeping off his drunkness, frozen in place. I remember the sensations very well - extreme excitement - I could hear my own heartbeats, my breathing grew deep. It was evident how I felt. He kissed me again, this time with great sweetness. We repeated the passionate kissing and caressing scene, now I was caressing his bare torso, he put his hand under my blouse, my skin shuddered at his touch, my nipples responded to his caresses and gentle pinches. Unlike a few minutes before, I made a move, raised my arms up towards the ceiling, as if asking him to undress me, which he did. He also expertly released my bra. My breasts were left exposed, modesty aside (let those who have seen them on the internet say so, haha) are very lovely, firm, rounded, with some freckles and well-formed pink nipples. Memo was extatic at the sight. He spent a few seconds that seemed like minutes staring at them in awe. He reacted by coming closer to continue his yummy task of sucking and licking them. I was wearing my brown pants which make me look good, so the next step was to take them off. He did and quickly pulled down my pants and my sexy black thong that I thought I'd wear with my husband, who was now sleeping beside this erotic scene in which he wasn't invited. Naked, there was nothing left to do. I completely forgot, although it sounds incredible, that Mario was even there. Memo gently pulled me onto the carpeted floor and we surrendered to passion. He started kissing my body, of course... new breasts were his favorites. He slowly descended to my stomach, to my depilated and humid vagina, eager for his mouth. He began licking my vaginal lips, moist and trembling with desire, feeling electric shocks of pleasure. I was moaning softly, sighing deeply with each suck, each tongue lash. From there he passed to the interior, to the desired fruit, licked my clitoris and felt me paralyzed by pleasure. I let out a sound from my throat: AAAAGG!! Without taking into account that my husband was sleeping off his drunkenness above the bed. From the tongue lashes, he passed to eating my vagina, opening his mouth as if wanting to swallow my pussy, my vaginal lips, greedily biting my clitoris, I was about to explode until, with his tongue, he masturbated me and soon came my first orgasm, deep, electric, divine. I let out another sound of pleasure, this time a hoarse grunt accompanied by my body arching, tensing all the way to the last muscle. From there my lover climbed back up, kissing my stomach, licking my belly button, impregnating me with my juices. He arrived again at my breasts and, of course, went back to sucking them, I noticed his body arched, already knowing why. I opened my legs knowingly what I was doing, conscious (or not?) of what followed. Soon I felt his hard penis rubbing against my sensitive clitoris, I was eager to be penetrated, to feel him enter. It took an eternity, so it seemed, rubbing with his shaft the entrance, getting wet with my juices, until I started moving my hip to make him enter. It was divine relief. I felt like a burning lance entering my being. I burned with pleasure. I felt like he was bigger and thicker than Mario's, it had been a while since I'd felt a man like that. He pushed it all the way in and left it still for a few seconds. That's when I appreciated his thickness and texture with great pleasure. He started pumping me deeply, as if trying to pass through me, I felt infinite pleasure. He breathed on me and I let out soft moans of pleasure. He stood up over me to take... His hands my breasts. The nipples pinched, he crouched to lick them, it was all a male on my body, making me his own. This way it stayed for a good while, until I decided more firmly to hug him and roll over to be on top of him. When I got there, I started riding him. I would put the deepest part of that big cock in, sometimes smoothly, sometimes accelerating. He couldn't contain his pleasure, sucking my nipples, licking my breasts, squeezing my buttocks, managing to get a finger into my anus. It was all a stallion. After having it like that for a while, it was then that I leaned more towards the top. While riding him, at an angle of 90 degrees, my face ended up at the height of the bed. Without wanting to, I turned to one side and there he was: Fernando asleep, on his stomach although I noticed that in another position of his body. Drunk, innocent, unaware of my infidelity. I felt like the worst woman in the world, the biggest slut in the world. Contrary to what anyone would have done, this excited me even more, the sensation of being discovered, the boldness of doing it with him, was a sensation that added up at that moment. After the exquisite ride, Memo moved me so I could get down, there I saw his hard, rigid, enormous penis. I took it in my hand and without more started to suck it. It tasted like my juices, something I had never been able to do with my husband because he always disliked the taste of a vagina. But here it was different, I had Memo's dark and veiny cock in my hands and couldn't help but suck it. I sucked it for a good while. I masturbated with my mouth that phallus. He took advantage to put his hand on me, caress my vagina, put one or two fingers into my belly, manipulate my clitoris, played with a finger in my anus, which was also wet from the amount of vaginal juices. I didn't resist much, I needed that cock inside me. He read my thoughts, I was on all fours, he came for me again. With a divine blow, he put his penis into my belly. He started again with his pumping. I don't know why destiny but when I looked up again, there he was. His sleeping face, Given to my sleep as I gave myself to my lover. I felt that sensation again, to the point of feeling like another immense orgasm was coming. I accelerated my movements and Memo, who with his hands was touching, pinching, rubbing, accelerating also. I felt new electric shocks, tensed my body and let out a louder groan, I don't know how Mario didn't wake up with that ¡aaagggg, aaayyy! That I remember clearly that I did. I thought after the cum, Memo would pull out his penis and let me rest, I was wrong. He pulled out his penis from my exhausted pussy, empapado, to start putting it in my anus. It was dilated from the previous game, so it didn't resist anything. I'd lie if I said it hurt, I only felt pleasure. My anus is not a virgin, since Mario has deflowered it years ago and sometimes I give it to him to try. Memo put his cock in without problems, smoothly, patiently letting the sphincter dilate. He was moaning while feeling my ass opening up. I looked back at my sleeping husband's face again. My impudence was so great that I didn't have any remorse seeing him with nonchalance, penetrated by a male in his presence. I think Memo noticed my defiant attitude, my retorting look at my sleeping husband and pushed me to lift my torso onto the bed. It seems crazy but I did it, lifted half of my body onto the bed, leaving my Booty hanging, well spread for further anal fucking. That's how I ended up so close to Mario that I could touch him, I didn't resist. For some perverse reason, I started caressing my husband's bare torso while the bed was rocking from Memo's thrusts into my anus. The frenetic rhythm made me shudder again, perhaps helped by the action of having my husband like this. I started kissing his back, he, drunk and asleep, didn't react to my kisses or the rhythmic movement of the bed or Memo's groans. I felt my lover was close to cumming in my anus. I concentrated on moving at his rhythm, making that formidable black He started to bellow with pleasure. Soon I felt a large amount of hot liquid in my ass, filling me at the same time as I let out a moan. At that height, I was already feeling like I needed another orgasm, but my lover was ready. My lover finished and lay on top of me. Now we were all three on the bed. I was exhausted, but also excited. The fatigue, drinks, hot sex, and felt orgasms had defeated us. It seems unusual but it's true, we fell asleep on the bed, barely having enough strength to get up. Memo didn't even pull his penis out of my booty. He climbed on top of me and that's where we stayed. Asleep deeply, sure that my husband, now cuck, wouldn't wake up. We were wrong. What happened shortly after was something my husband would tell me later, because at the time I was asleep. My husband, probably already past the effect of the liquor and perhaps helped by the shakes and moans, woke up slowly from his stupor. The first thing he felt was my naked presence beside him, something that wasn't unusual to him. Without moving, he touched my naked body, still unaware of what had happened. But as he recovered, he lifted his face off the bed, discovering I wasn't alone. Memo, deeply asleep, hugged my inert body from behind, attached to my hip like we were after the incredible screwing. Mario told me about his sensations, his first thoughts, but I imagine his astonishment too. My loving wife, my woman, in that position, clearly defeated by a ration of foreign sex. Now well, knowing how I thought I knew my husband, I would have imagined a typical reaction: blows, screams, even a passionate crime. But NO! As if it were any ordinary thing, he got up, went to the bathroom, I suppose he must have cried with rage, but he told me that the rest of the whisky bottle we brought and which he intended to invite Memo with, he drank straight from the bottle, sitting there contemplating the lovers who slept satisfied. foreign to the discovery. The drinks, the pain, the erotic scene, the rabies, I don't know. But what's certain is that Mario, already with half a bottle of liquor on top, approached my naked body and began to caress me, as he knows how to do it. Like when he wakes me up excited for a morning, he went to lick my relaxed nipples, moved discreetly to separate me from my lover, leaving me face up, with my legs semi-open. There, he started eating my pussy, which smelled of sex and foreign semen, but obviously he knows how to awaken my eroticism. In fact, I'm telling you that many times he has woken me up with those caresses, those suckings, and when I was already conscious, he would be fucking me. That's what he did. My husband started treating me while I was asleep, with licks, caresses, and kisses. The climax usually is eating my pussy. I opened my legs and felt a great pleasure, still half-asleep and forgetting what had happened just before. I was so exhausted that, within my great excitement, I only dedicated myself to feeling pleasure, unaware of my previous lover being there. Suddenly, like my husband usually does in those cases, he got on top of me and started penetrating me. Still semi-conscious, I felt his soft pumping as something exquisite. Of course, with all this, I was finishing up waking up. The first thing I discovered when opening my eyes was that he had turned off the light, so for a second I wasn't even clear where I was. Little passed before I realized what was happening. My husband was fucking me next to my previous lover! I petrified! I opened my eyes with force until I discovered that Memo was sleeping so close to me that he still had physical contact with him, I could touch him. I was terrified of what was happening until, with the movement, I noticed that Memo was slowly waking up from his sexual slumber. I looked at my husband again and couldn't help but feel a lot of pleasure from his fucking. It was a mix of pleasure, fear, surprise. I didn't dare to say anything, no I understood why he was doing it. Memo was waking up and I have no idea what he would think when, already conscious, he realized that I was there fucking my husband. I don't know what he thought but I can suppose it. I imagine this boy thought I was some insatiable nymphomaniac and wanted more. I say so because his reaction was to start touching me, caressing my breasts. In the darkness, I distinguished who each person was, but I don't know if Mario was looking for this. He only dedicated himself to fucking me like what I was, a slut. Mario stood over me, not knowing if he was inviting Memo to join in on the party. But as soon as his body rose up, Memo pounced on my tits. He sucked them, and I still didn't know what to do, although I clearly got very excited by that. After coming out of my stupor a few seconds later and dominated by the excitement of these two lovers, I decided to give in to pleasure. I extended my hand to check how the beautiful cock of the handsome black man was doing. He was already at his peak. He was masturbating me while my husband was fucking me. As usual, I turned around without pulling out for us to be on all fours. There, Mario applied himself to pumping me with force, in fucking me as he pleased and mine, although this time, I suppose by the moment, he was penetrating me with force, almost with fury. Memo positioned himself in front of me and put his erect cock in my face. I didn't waste any time eating it, sucking it at the rhythm of the penetrations I received from my husband, who was moaning with pleasure. By this point, I was in ecstasy. Now being fucked by my husband, sucking off my lover, and a movie was playing in my mind about the previous session of sex. After being fucked like that, Mario lay down on the bed and pulled me towards him to get on top of him. There, I got on top of him, driving his cock into my dilated vagina. I kept going with the ride for a few seconds, abstracted and ignoring my other lover, until I felt him behind me, caressing me, licking my back. He started mounting himself behind me until he positioned himself to give me a double penetration. While I was fucking... To my husband Memo began to caress his penis at the entrance, getting in slowly. I noticed how Mario, lying placidly below, was collaborating with the maneuver of the one who had fucked his wife, remaining quiet. I felt completely full having a penis in my pussy and another in my anus. They started moving timidly. I was excited by the sensation, the exquisite and ardent trio, I wanted to cum but needed to keep going. Memo pulled his penis out of my anus and sat down beside me while I continued riding my husband. He knows that in this position I love finishing him off. I rode with force until I felt I would have an enormous orgasm, both inside my vagina and on my clitoris. There, already without brakes or limits, I screamed my orgasm, enjoying it to the maximum, unaware of my sin or my lover's presence. Logical that after that immense cum, I fell onto my husband, who moved me smoothly to leave me on the bed. There he knelt beside my inert body and signaled to Memo that he should fuck me. Without thinking, the black man launched himself at me, shoving his pole into my already exhausted pussy without hesitation. He put it in with the evident attitude of filling me up again, of filling me once more with his cum. While I was being pumped wildly, my husband was masturbating on my face. I had never allowed him to finish in my mouth before; the very idea always disgusted me, but at that instant I yearned for him to fill my mouth with his cum. Memo positioned himself to allow it, grunting and pumping me hard as he felt his warm semen in my stomach, surprising me at how much he could still produce after the cum he had just had in my anus. My husband responded to the scene of the male's orgasm with a tasty orgasm, an enormous cum bath that fell onto my mouth, face, until I imagine it even sparkled on Memo. The lovers were exhausted and satisfied. I lay motionless on the bed. Suddenly Mario reacted, telling Memo harshly: Okay, get out! My husband's firmness scared Memo a little who got up looking at me, put on his clothes without taking his eyes off me and left the door without saying goodbye or anything. Leaving me confused. Then, without saying a single word, Mario went to sleep beside me as if nothing had happened. We barely spoke until we returned from the trip, almost didn't talk in the plane either. Later came a certain crisis that I think is quite overcome. He told me the details I'm telling you now and apart from that, we were talking about certain things, although he didn't explain his behavior to me. Now, almost a year after all that, I confess that I remember Memo, my dark-skinned lover, sometimes I've masturbated thinking about that session, on that night when I stopped being an ordinary wife.