This was a difficult year in every sense, but economically it hit us hard. We have two children and it wasn't easy, we had to make several cuts in expenses. One of the first things we had to adjust was meat consumption. Before we used to eat several times a week, including Sunday roast, but now we didn't exceed one or two times a week.
At the corner of our house we have a butcher shop and greengrocer, where we usually buy from. The place is run by a manager, an older gentleman, and there's an employee in the meat section and another in the vegetable section. We always go through the door, but we didn't enter as often and between chat comes and goes, they found out about our economic situation, that's why we didn't go to buy as often anymore. The older gentleman and both employees, young men in their thirties, tall, dark-skinned and physically fit, are very friendly and treat us well. Especially Mariana, with whom they always exchange some comment, joke, trying to get a smile out of her. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Accustomed as we were to fantasies, morbidness, and horns, in some other occasion, the butcher's and greengrocer's characters would appear in our imagination while we did it. But then they'd vanish because my wife would tell me they weren't 'her type'.
One night I got home from work and to my surprise there was a fountain filled with cutlets, a plate of mashed potatoes and pork skewers for the kids. 'Hey, what happened?', I asked happily and surprised. 'They put some amazing deals at the corner butcher shop and I took advantage to buy everything, and I put more cuts of meat in the freezer', Mariana replied, euphoric with joy. I was never very good with prices so I couldn't figure out what really meant a meat deal...
A few days later, same surprise but with vegetables. Mariana appeared with a loaded backpack. I thought it was one of those organic backpacks from some promotion society or basic unit. But no, Mariana told me they were also promotional offers from the corner business. Clearly, they must not be doing well with the crisis and decided to lower prices to try to get out of it, I thought.
Everything cleared up one night, just a few weeks ago. I was returning from work a bit later than usual, already with the corner store closed, with the blinds down. The cumbia caught my attention that was being played until the sidewalk. But well, they would be cleaning everything and have the right to listen to music to cheer themselves up, I thought.
I went up to the apartment and found my mother-in-law taking care of the kids. 'What's she doing here, Clara? And Mariana?' I asked. 'She asked me to come over and take care of the kids for a bit while she went to the butcher shop, with all these sales offers it seems like there are a lot of people because she left about an hour ago', my mother-in-law replied. I was about to tell her that the store was closed, but I didn't want to scare her. Besides, I had already started suspecting something weird...
I went down and went straight to the business. But I didn't go to the front, where the low window was, instead I went towards a side where there's a small skylight about two meters high that gives into the interior of the store. I pass by here every day and remembered that detail. The cumbia kept going with everything. I looked around and found a crate of vegetables in a container, half a block away. I decided to use it to elevate myself and spy.
The scene is going to remain forever etched in my memory. The business lights were off, but the speaker with cumbia had LED lights that changed color and lit up the place. The greengrocer was lying on the floor on his back. Mariana was riding him, clearly with her cock well inside. And the butcher was squatting behind my wife, penetrating her through the booty. The butcher's movement called for applause, due to physical skill and rhythm. It almost seemed like he was dancing while grabbing Mariana's ass. The greengrocer was enjoying it not only having his cock buried deep in my wife's pussy, but also fondling and sucking her tits with phenomenal voracity. She alternated head movements. She would lift her head towards the ceiling with her eyes rolled back and moaning; then she'd eat the greengrocer's mouth; and later turn around to passionately kiss the butcher.
I couldn't stop watching that beautiful and fiery full-nude scene of passion, illuminated by the purple, turquoise, and green LED lights of the speaker, and musicalized with the best of villería cumbia at full volume.
I started feeling that my body was showing the pleasure I was also feeling, because my cock wanted to explode.
After a good hour of that hot and synchronized dance, the butcher got up, the greengrocer did too, and Mariana knelt down to receive what she had come for. They stood up, giving me their backs, pointing their cocks at my wife's face. She took them with her hands and started sucking and blowing those two very interesting cocks until everything culminated in Mariana's mouth filled with cum from the butcher and the greengrocer. Cum that she swallowed without hesitation. After getting up, she began to kiss them passionately, one by one, as they started dressing.
The greengrocer went up to the speaker and turned off the music. That made me wake up like from a dream and I realized I was with my cock in hand and that it had ended, dripping semen all over the wall. I felt surprise, fear, nerves, all together and fell off the box with great noise. Surely they must have heard it inside.
I ran home. Still shaken, I told my mother-in-law that there were a lot of people in the place but they were already being served, that I would stay with the kids and she could leave. I asked for a taxi and she left.
Ten minutes later, Mariana arrived, with big bags full of merchandise and a smile that was bursting out of her face.
I looked at her, blushing, unable to hide the emotions that were overwhelming me. She put down the bags in the kitchen, approached me, gave me a kiss with lip bite and said playfully, guessing everything that had happened: 'What did you think of the offers they make on the corner?'
I love them, I replied.
At the corner of our house we have a butcher shop and greengrocer, where we usually buy from. The place is run by a manager, an older gentleman, and there's an employee in the meat section and another in the vegetable section. We always go through the door, but we didn't enter as often and between chat comes and goes, they found out about our economic situation, that's why we didn't go to buy as often anymore. The older gentleman and both employees, young men in their thirties, tall, dark-skinned and physically fit, are very friendly and treat us well. Especially Mariana, with whom they always exchange some comment, joke, trying to get a smile out of her. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Accustomed as we were to fantasies, morbidness, and horns, in some other occasion, the butcher's and greengrocer's characters would appear in our imagination while we did it. But then they'd vanish because my wife would tell me they weren't 'her type'.
One night I got home from work and to my surprise there was a fountain filled with cutlets, a plate of mashed potatoes and pork skewers for the kids. 'Hey, what happened?', I asked happily and surprised. 'They put some amazing deals at the corner butcher shop and I took advantage to buy everything, and I put more cuts of meat in the freezer', Mariana replied, euphoric with joy. I was never very good with prices so I couldn't figure out what really meant a meat deal...
A few days later, same surprise but with vegetables. Mariana appeared with a loaded backpack. I thought it was one of those organic backpacks from some promotion society or basic unit. But no, Mariana told me they were also promotional offers from the corner business. Clearly, they must not be doing well with the crisis and decided to lower prices to try to get out of it, I thought.
Everything cleared up one night, just a few weeks ago. I was returning from work a bit later than usual, already with the corner store closed, with the blinds down. The cumbia caught my attention that was being played until the sidewalk. But well, they would be cleaning everything and have the right to listen to music to cheer themselves up, I thought.
I went up to the apartment and found my mother-in-law taking care of the kids. 'What's she doing here, Clara? And Mariana?' I asked. 'She asked me to come over and take care of the kids for a bit while she went to the butcher shop, with all these sales offers it seems like there are a lot of people because she left about an hour ago', my mother-in-law replied. I was about to tell her that the store was closed, but I didn't want to scare her. Besides, I had already started suspecting something weird...
I went down and went straight to the business. But I didn't go to the front, where the low window was, instead I went towards a side where there's a small skylight about two meters high that gives into the interior of the store. I pass by here every day and remembered that detail. The cumbia kept going with everything. I looked around and found a crate of vegetables in a container, half a block away. I decided to use it to elevate myself and spy.
The scene is going to remain forever etched in my memory. The business lights were off, but the speaker with cumbia had LED lights that changed color and lit up the place. The greengrocer was lying on the floor on his back. Mariana was riding him, clearly with her cock well inside. And the butcher was squatting behind my wife, penetrating her through the booty. The butcher's movement called for applause, due to physical skill and rhythm. It almost seemed like he was dancing while grabbing Mariana's ass. The greengrocer was enjoying it not only having his cock buried deep in my wife's pussy, but also fondling and sucking her tits with phenomenal voracity. She alternated head movements. She would lift her head towards the ceiling with her eyes rolled back and moaning; then she'd eat the greengrocer's mouth; and later turn around to passionately kiss the butcher.
I couldn't stop watching that beautiful and fiery full-nude scene of passion, illuminated by the purple, turquoise, and green LED lights of the speaker, and musicalized with the best of villería cumbia at full volume.
I started feeling that my body was showing the pleasure I was also feeling, because my cock wanted to explode.
After a good hour of that hot and synchronized dance, the butcher got up, the greengrocer did too, and Mariana knelt down to receive what she had come for. They stood up, giving me their backs, pointing their cocks at my wife's face. She took them with her hands and started sucking and blowing those two very interesting cocks until everything culminated in Mariana's mouth filled with cum from the butcher and the greengrocer. Cum that she swallowed without hesitation. After getting up, she began to kiss them passionately, one by one, as they started dressing.
The greengrocer went up to the speaker and turned off the music. That made me wake up like from a dream and I realized I was with my cock in hand and that it had ended, dripping semen all over the wall. I felt surprise, fear, nerves, all together and fell off the box with great noise. Surely they must have heard it inside.
I ran home. Still shaken, I told my mother-in-law that there were a lot of people in the place but they were already being served, that I would stay with the kids and she could leave. I asked for a taxi and she left.
Ten minutes later, Mariana arrived, with big bags full of merchandise and a smile that was bursting out of her face.
I looked at her, blushing, unable to hide the emotions that were overwhelming me. She put down the bags in the kitchen, approached me, gave me a kiss with lip bite and said playfully, guessing everything that had happened: 'What did you think of the offers they make on the corner?'
I love them, I replied.
14 comentários - Mi esposa se coge al carnicero y al verdulero
Que buena es para las compras!!!!
Felicitaciones capo!!!