Lucky night. (Or horns)

It was Friday night and I was gathering the courage to confront my wife about whether she had ever been unfaithful to me. It was something that had been bothering me for a couple of weeks, thanks to some clues I had found out.
In the end, I was really questioning how far I wanted to know. If they told me yes. How would I react? Since I wasn't sure if I wanted to know, the possibility of facing the situation directly terrified me, so I decided to tell her about my dream to see her reactions. My idea was to catch her off guard in some guilty reaction that would give me an idea of the situation and see if I could handle it directly later.
Prepare the atmosphere, it was already late at night, the boys were sleeping, I made some drinks, put on music and started a trivial conversation about anything. We were wearing pajamas: she had a short, soft fabric top with no sleeves, one of those worn-out tops that showed her nipples, with a fairly wide neckline that allowed me to peek at her breasts when she bent slightly. I was in boxers and without a shirt, it was a hot night. She was telling me about the quilombos her friend had with her ex because of financial issues, about the kids, vacations... And a little bit gave me the cue to start the conversation: 'Why did Juan and Andrea separate?' - 'What, never told you?' she said. - No, it always caught my attention that they separated because they were like an ideal couple.' Lie, I knew the guy had almost killed her with his jealousy because every time we got together, he would tell us about some girl who was getting screwed somewhere. But what my wife told me made my hair stand on end. - Don't go telling everyone around here.' She warned me first. 'But Juan found some suspicious messages from her and confronted her. It all ended in a mess, there were shouts and fights. Everything ended badly. The slut mother felt cold sweat on her back and her legs were shaking a bit. 'What's up?' I said. 'Was she cheating on Juan?' A little trembled my voice when asking. Then she looked at me straight in the eye, and it seemed like her eyes were about to burst out laughing. - And... yes. I'm not going to lie to you. The black girl has been eating a guy who crossed her path for a while now. It seems that the guy was screwing her like never before. And besides... Don't tell anyone: she warned me more seriously this time. 'It seems Juan hasn't gotten it on in years.' What do you want? Life is meant to be enjoyed...' - She said this last part, taking a sip of her drink to hide a mischievous smile.
Yes, yes... I said it so I wouldn't cut myself off just there. – And you? – I asked, encouraged by the momentary value that the drink had generated for me. - What about you?- She retorted. - You, do you fuck someone? – The shiver I felt when I uttered the question ran all over my body.
She looked at me straight, savored a little more of the drink she had in her hand. I put the glass on the table. And without stopping looking at me, she said: - And... A guy who breaks you in half every now and then should be a right of femininity... ha ha ha.
Daughter of a slut! She's even more beautiful when she laughs. She chose to act dumb to avoid giving a serious answer. I don't know what I prefer, it's better not to be so direct then. So, without laughing at her response, I say - Do you know I wanted to tell you something? – And I look at her seriously.

For a second, it's like the smile disappears from her mouth and she responds with a slightly nervous voice. – To me?...What?...

- Don't be scared. – I say, trying to control the situation a bit more. - It's just a dream I had the other night. - Which one? – She says, and with a certain tone of reproach asks me - The one where you were fucking some other cutie and ended up all messed up next to me?

I start laughing and my face gets a little hot. – Almost. – I say when I stop laughing. – In that one it was you who was cheating on me...
She looks at me between intrigued and confused. Then I go on: - And not with some guy... With two! She's surprised and opens her mouth wide. She wants to say something but no words come out. I wonder if she's making the image in her head. To top it off, I tell her: - And you were even getting them in front of me... At that moment, when she had taken a sip from the drink, she spat it out saying: - ¡¡Queeeeeeeeeee!! - Just like you hear it, you would be screwing right in front of my eyes and not giving me the time. - I want to know! – she says with her eyes starting to sparkle, with that lustful smile that comes out when she gets excited, with her ears and entire body attentive to my words.
If... but no. Better not. I can't tell you.- I'll leave it a little to assimilate the idea, to enjoy it. I feel like I'm recovering certain stability by saying that, as if I'm managing the terrain at my own pace.

- Why? – she asks with a sad, disappointed face, undoubtedly very eager to imagine the situation.

- It's because you were very slutty in that dream... muuuuut Slut . – I say smiling. I think deep down I want to wake up that Slut from her dream for my own personal pleasure.
Ah no! Stop, stop, stop, stop for a bit... now that I think about it, you woke up all stained that night, or rather what you dreamed heated you up. You got excited watching how two guys were having sex...
And I thought I was starting to take charge of the matter, suddenly I feel like they're pulling the floor out from under my feet and I start falling into an endless precipice. - Good. She says. - If you won't tell me about your dream, then I'd rather you hear a story from me. Now I think I prefer that: I'm going to tell you the story of how I'm a slut with others and I'll tell it to your face.
She says this to me and it seems she's having a lot of fun, enjoying the recovery of managing this chat. And I understand that she's playing, that she wants to provoke me, but her words generate something weird inside me. Is she playing or is she being very bold?
- Do you remember that weekend we went to Mar del Plata? That time when we left the kids with my old lady and we took a break? I look at her seriously, eyes wide open. I don't say anything.
- Do you remember when we went to the casino? And you got carried away playing blackjack, and in the end we argued and I went to the hotel alone and you spent almost the whole night playing...
Something is tightening my throat. – Yes. - I said as best I could, almost without a voice. Then she gets up and starts gesturing with her hands and body.

- Well, it turns out that when I arrived at the hotel, there was a group of guys in the lobby. They were soccer players from Uruguay, I think, who were staying at our same hotel.

I nodded my head yes.
And when they saw me walk by, they told me some things. Of course, I was wearing that black mini skirt I use when I go out with you, the one that shows off my legs well, which shows how my thong leg is shaped. The one that marks my Booty shape well. And the guys didn't let the opportunity pass. I walked up close to them and moved their bum on purpose, I'll admit it (here I show a little how I was shaking my ass while walking). And then I said to myself. -What? Am I going to go to sleep on a Friday night, being on vacation and alone too? - And since I was mad at you, I told myself this was my chance...
I remember that night, everything was true. I had been a jerk who thought he had hit a good streak in the game and thought he would make a difference at the casino. And I had left her alone, just like she was dressed, in the middle of the night, in a city that wasn't ours. But I didn't stay there for too long... I remember, yes, when I arrived she was already asleep in bed. She couldn't have had time to be with someone. Or could she?
-Do you want to know what happened? – He tells me, and there's something in his expression that doesn't let me know if he's remembering or inventing. – When I get to the elevator door, I turn around, look at the group of people who are giving me attitude and make eyes at them. I thought: I'm playing my cards. If I'm lucky, I'll get the big prize.... And they got it right away. They rushed to catch up with me in the elevator before the doors closed. The skinny guy working at the hotel counter grabbed his head, I saw him. And I understand because since I was dressed that night only a fool wouldn't have wanted to take me.
I laughed a bit, with nerves. I understood the indirect hint he was making, about the cards and the big prize... I knew the idiot was me. Obviously, he had chosen to invent a situation about that night as revenge for my clumsiness. Although now it comes to mind that the hotel reception guy put on a weird face when I arrived that night...
I had 4 to choose from to spend the night with. One was stronger than him, another one. I didn't know which one to stay with. I looked them in the eye each one and tried to guess their dick size. What do I do? I thought. We were already arriving at the floor and I still couldn't decide. They all had their charm... And you know what your girlfriend's slut did? The very slut said: why choose? And I ended up with the 4! Hehe, hehe, hehe...
- Are the four of us? - I asked, swallowing saliva.
Well, no. In the end one got off. He had a girlfriend and it gave him remorse. He lost her because he must still be talking about me all over Uruguay today: the mascot of Nacional de Montevideo...
I was surprised that he remembered it was the Nacional team that was staying at the hotel that night. They had come to play a summer match. It was evident that this story was already planned out beforehand, or else how does one justify so much detail...
At the end I got into the room with three: one was black-skinned, and it was hard for me to tell the others apart at first but one was a bit shorter and darker than the other. The three were very well physically. - I see him drooling all over himself saying that – They were a little upset because they had lost to Boca and I told them: don't worry, with me you'll be able to let off steam. Everything they couldn't put in the game will be able to put it here, with me... I was laughing, the story was going a bit off the rails.
Now, I'll tell you something, just like I'm telling you they were good, I admit that they were quite tender. One of them didn't even have 20 years old. So, I was a bit the teacher that night. I loved it. They were a storm, they knocked me down from the start. I thought they'd make a mess of me, and I felt how my pussy got wet... While she tells the story, she doesn't stop moving, sometimes she sits and then gets up again, comes close to me and moves away. Without realizing it every now and then, she gently touches her body, waist, legs, hair.
In a moment the dark-skinned guy looked at me and wanted to eat my mouth but I stopped him. - I'm not in the mood for falling in love tonight - I said, nor am I just anyone. The only one I kissed was the tallest, because he had clear eyes... do you know what? He made me think of you a little. You see, even though you're a cabbage, I love you the same and always think about you... even when I get attached to other guys. In the end, I owe it all to you, because if I was discovering how foxy I could be, it was thanks to you, love... do you know what? Thanks! - He says, pinching my cheeks with both hands. - Luckily, the one who made me think of you had the best cock. You don't know how sweet it was. How nice it was to caress his balls while eating his mouth. While putting my breasts in his face so he could suck them. I was swallowing saliva, did I have to feel praised for what he was saying?
In that moment the shortest one put his head between my legs and started sucking my pussy and ass really well. You don't know how well he was sucking it. He made me think of you in our early times. Do you remember when you would get desperate to eat my pussy, to savor my heat? That's how he was sucking it.

And while he was telling this, he would put his hand inside the short and take it out showing me the shiny fingers of that little toy that is my downfall. He brings them close to my face, lets me smell them, but when I want to taste them, he quickly takes them away, leaving me with my tongue hanging out and my heart about to burst.
And him? What was he doing? I ask to try to show myself whole even though I was about to break. She comes and sits on top of me with her back to me. She leans her Booty against the luggage and sways, all the time, while she continues telling me, slowly almost in secret:
Is he black you're saying? It seems like you enjoy the story... You've been following it well... The black guy sat down to wait for his turn with a cock in hand. That's why I felt tender and was the first one to grab me. That's why, because he had a cock most similar to yours, my love... Well, also because he was black and I had to get rid of that fantasy once and for all. Ah, that skin! Thick, rough, and at the same time soft. When he felt the warmth of the inside of my pussy caressing his entire cock, it went crazy. He grabbed me tight with those well-marked muscles. And he was lifting me up and down on top of him. I was done. Literally, the black guy made himself cum with me. Ha ha ha... Nothing mattered to me that night.
I'm getting close to his neck and I ask him: 'Did you ever get it from two at the same time?' - You're crazy! You know I've got Booty reserved. I got it one by one, in turns. And he kept telling...
When the black guy made me cum, I asked him to wait. I threw myself on the bed like that... (While he continues telling, he gets up from on top of mine leaving my cock well hard. He sits on the sofa, leans back on his back and lifts his legs as if offering himself). That's how he caught another - he says while putting two full fingers into the pussy - he caught me strongly, hitting me in each waist movement - meanwhile his hand enters and exits with violence - I didn't have a cock that big but he made me feel it, I came soon after the second orgasm... - he takes out his hand and looks at it, all his fingers are soaked. He gets up, puts his hands on the sofa and points his Booty in my direction.
I don't know if I want to keep listening, the situation is heating me up too much and somewhere inside me I think something is wrong. She's really enjoying it. I don't want to know more, but I can't stop listening... And so, in this position, I demanded from the one who was missing, the one with the big cock, not to have mercy on me. And he didn't. Oh that cock! Yes, I felt it, it hurt a bit because it was very fat. What a nice feeling to feel pain again! Almost like being a girl again. It cost a bit but it made my slut son cum.
While he was telling that to me, another one had approached again, always looking at me in the face, enjoying my reactions. He had settled on top of me and had put my cock inside. He told me the end by whispering almost into my ear.
And then, since I was so slutty, since the three of them had made me enjoy it and they deserved to come and I also deserved it, I lay down on the bed and asked: wash me - while saying it, he fucks me hard, takes me to the point of explosion - And they very obediently approached, each one wanking his cock in their hand, each cock lubricated by my juices. And I was asking. Fill my tits, fill my belly, my legs. I want to feel that warm cum...
And when she felt that I was also giving her a cumshot, arriving at orgasm, she said to me: - Yes! This is how the three of us finished on top of each other! This way they filled the slut of your girlfriend with cum that you didn't want to take that night! And do you know what? - She tells me this while sucking my neck, ears, as I feel the last discharges of my orgasm - Do you know? –She says it slowly in my ear – A little bit of that cumshot fell here, on the mouth. And I savor it eagerly...


A few minutes later, already recovered, he gets up slowly and tells me: - You dreamed I was taking you to two and there you had three taken that night. He gives me a kiss on the forehead and goes back to sleep...




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