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The Story of Our Vacations
CHAPTER 1.
The Arrival.
All in the world is for sex. Except for sex,Sex is power
Oscar WildeAfter a long year of work, we were able to enjoy a couple of weeks of vacation on the beaches of our country. Since we had two weeks, we decided to leave in two stages. The first week, we rented a cottage in a very nice seaside resort, very far east from our country, in Rocha, and the second week, we managed to get a more comfortable house and closer one, in Maldonado.
As good cuckolds, every time we go on vacation with our girlfriends or wives, we have an internal burning ember that tells us something is going to happen, that surely they're going to see some guy who will call their attention, and it's going to ignite the wild flame they carry inside, making them run to one side and surrender to the pleasure of a new cock that makes them come like we can't.
At the same time, to avoid getting anguished by the frustration of a horn drought, we convince ourselves that it's best to spend our vacations in a planned way, taking advantage to rest and enjoy the time with our girlfriend. However, every time we detect a potential chongo nearby, we start the surveillance process, looking for recognizing interest gestures in our hotwife.
When this happens, instantly we feel that whirlwind in our genitals. I don't know well if it's in our penis, unable to give satisfaction on its own, or in our testicles, which always generate insufficient quantities of liquid for our queens. It's like a feeling of electricity running from top to bottom there, and which ends up dominating our mind, making it impossible for us to think about anything else, except the image of our hotwife being screwed by that new chongo, like an animal.I don't remember well whenthat nation animalcuckthat lives and ripens inside of me. According to materials I've read, it's possible that the predisposition to these pleasures comes with the genetic package at birth, I consider it a somewhat simplistic explanation.
There are other sources that give another perspective, more linked to the most profound instincts of human nature, such as being an animal. Animals organize themselves in hierarchical scales within a herd,There exists an alpha male that dominates and fertilizes the females of the herd, we all know that. But what about the other males in the herds? There are some members of the herd who would find a certain pleasure in watching the dominant male impose his power and take possession of everything that could be his. With these powerless little animals, it is perhaps with whom those of us who are horned identify.
Each cuck should know the things that went through, and which of themThey made me feel this intellectual pleasure. In my case, I remember my first girlfriend. A brunette with big breasts and a very important sex appeal. I don't want to delve into her description because I find it unnecessary to add information that we will later abandon. However, what happened to me with her could be part of my first experiences with the theme. We were boyfriends during adolescence until we became adults.
I met her on vacation at a spa resort. Since we lived 20 km apart and didn't have significant material means to visit each other, we had a relatively distant relationship. I remember starting by visiting her once a week, then increasing the frequency, and as adults, I would stay over at her house several times a week. As you can interpret, both of us started exploring our adult sexuality together.
The relationship, like everything in adolescence, was losing its magic. Both of us were growing up and drifting apart from each other. But, stubborn as an ass, we continued to insist that this should be for the rest of our lives. Does it remind you of your adolescence?
One night, we had a party with a few of his friends and girlfriends at his house.At that party, we all got drunk and let loose a lot. So much so that one of his friends' tongues loosened up and he told me that while I was on vacation, she had an affair with one of his friends, whom I had been introduced to just weeks before. At that moment, I felt an unbearable shame and pain in my body. I remember getting very angry too. A tremendous anger took hold of me, a product of the shame. I shot out of there like a missile to find her. I told her everything, yelled at her, and swore that for me, the relationship was over. Then I left the party and went to a room to try to sleep. I needed space; I felt trapped there.
One time my head wouldn't stop thinking about how I could have done that by myself. I felt exposed, ridiculed. I felt it was very likely that everyone would see me as an idiot, and even join in laughing at me.
At the same time, my head wouldn't stop imagining how that adventure would have been in himself. How he would have taken it? He probably did better than me because he likely had a bigger cock than mine, more experience, and even a better attitude than me. And that he probably liked her much more, and possibly thought of him when he was with me.
Without realizing it, all those images were making me feel like my blood was coursing through my veins with more force. The red blood cells had turned intoFerraris, and my bloody torrent inMonza. And yes, my cock had stopped and II was jacking off slowly already.However, anxiety had not abandoned me. Without realizing it, I was masturbating with anxiety as the motivator.
At that moment, she entered the room through the window. Yes, like a thief. She didn't realize I was masturbating. Her intention was to apologize to me, and she couldn't have arrived at a better time for it not to cost her anything. I let go of the weight of my anger, hugged him and anxiety as motors of my lust, and grabbed her as if I thought they had grabbed her before. I failed, of course. I ended up after 3 minutes, leaving her unsatisfied, despite her efforts to hide it.
TheCuckoldHe had gotten inside me, and I opened the doors for him wide open.Several girlfriends later, and already with several experiences, I knew that before our vacation something was transmitted silently, and it clearly showed up in some preparations of my Queen indicating she wanted something to happen during the vacations. Days before our vacation started, she appeared smiling with a lingerie shopping bag from a store. By the way, we bought two bikinis to try out. The first one I showed me was an orange-colored one that would stand out tremendously when I started tanning, and the second one was black with some sparkles. While they differed not only in color but also in the panty waistband, both fit perfectly into that monument of ass she has. Let's talk about how it was up there. Do you remember my girlfriend's breasts? Well, imagine both bikinis wrapping around her tits perfectly, leaving all the cleavage visible but covering almost just the nipple. Those are nipples no bull would let pass without devouring them. Apart from that purchase, my girlfriend showed me two bodies, one black and one red, For the doubts that it might look good for both of us, she said while winking at me with a malicious and mischievous smile. I felt an ineludible motivation to hold onto that idea that had appeared in her head. However, I had to be very careful not to overdo it on the subject, as it could end up boring her and the shot going off target. I've always been known for being a patient cuck. Although at times the excitement of seeing her enjoying another cock in front of me overwhelms me, and I end up insisting so much on the topic that she loses enthusiasm. This time I had to be extremely attentive to what was emerging, not giving away too much but avoiding pinching myself and Retreating squares.When I met my Queen, I wasn't thinking about theCuckoldReally. Like any couple, at the beginning you live through an idyll process where only the good qualities of the person are seen. We clicked right away, both of us liked each other very much and had gone through enough romantic disappointments to have consolidated sufficient maturity to talk about things straight, always giving room for the other's feelings.
When I met her it was impactful. She presented herself as an extremely intelligent, challenging, ironic woman with a sensuality that had an impact. Her body seems to contain pure sex. Her forms are the ones that move every sexual cell of any man. Although she has relatively short stature, the size of her breasts and hips gives her a presence that impacts when she enters any place, especially men, of course.
And what about talking in the way she lives her sensuality. With time, I understood that one of the things that most turns her on is the gaze. Feeling like the center of attention is highly flammable fuel for her. Noticing that her presence has an erotic effect on men generates alarming levels of pleasure. I fell in love with each step.Six years and some months, we were leaving on vacation, heading to the first destination. We did it very early in the morning because we wanted to enjoy a beautiful and sunny day at the beach. For the week we had planned to vacation there, heavy rains were forecasted every day we would be at that seaside resort. This felt like a stab in the back of the heat I always carry with me, since it probably would deprive me of seeing the gazes of men towards my Queen on the beach.
Kisses from my Queen for all and everyone.
We hope you enjoy them.
We await your little messages with comments!!
The Story of Our Vacations
CHAPTER 1.
The Arrival.
All in the world is for sex. Except for sex,Sex is power
Oscar WildeAfter a long year of work, we were able to enjoy a couple of weeks of vacation on the beaches of our country. Since we had two weeks, we decided to leave in two stages. The first week, we rented a cottage in a very nice seaside resort, very far east from our country, in Rocha, and the second week, we managed to get a more comfortable house and closer one, in Maldonado.
As good cuckolds, every time we go on vacation with our girlfriends or wives, we have an internal burning ember that tells us something is going to happen, that surely they're going to see some guy who will call their attention, and it's going to ignite the wild flame they carry inside, making them run to one side and surrender to the pleasure of a new cock that makes them come like we can't.
At the same time, to avoid getting anguished by the frustration of a horn drought, we convince ourselves that it's best to spend our vacations in a planned way, taking advantage to rest and enjoy the time with our girlfriend. However, every time we detect a potential chongo nearby, we start the surveillance process, looking for recognizing interest gestures in our hotwife.
When this happens, instantly we feel that whirlwind in our genitals. I don't know well if it's in our penis, unable to give satisfaction on its own, or in our testicles, which always generate insufficient quantities of liquid for our queens. It's like a feeling of electricity running from top to bottom there, and which ends up dominating our mind, making it impossible for us to think about anything else, except the image of our hotwife being screwed by that new chongo, like an animal.I don't remember well whenthat nation animalcuckthat lives and ripens inside of me. According to materials I've read, it's possible that the predisposition to these pleasures comes with the genetic package at birth, I consider it a somewhat simplistic explanation.
There are other sources that give another perspective, more linked to the most profound instincts of human nature, such as being an animal. Animals organize themselves in hierarchical scales within a herd,There exists an alpha male that dominates and fertilizes the females of the herd, we all know that. But what about the other males in the herds? There are some members of the herd who would find a certain pleasure in watching the dominant male impose his power and take possession of everything that could be his. With these powerless little animals, it is perhaps with whom those of us who are horned identify.
Each cuck should know the things that went through, and which of themThey made me feel this intellectual pleasure. In my case, I remember my first girlfriend. A brunette with big breasts and a very important sex appeal. I don't want to delve into her description because I find it unnecessary to add information that we will later abandon. However, what happened to me with her could be part of my first experiences with the theme. We were boyfriends during adolescence until we became adults.
I met her on vacation at a spa resort. Since we lived 20 km apart and didn't have significant material means to visit each other, we had a relatively distant relationship. I remember starting by visiting her once a week, then increasing the frequency, and as adults, I would stay over at her house several times a week. As you can interpret, both of us started exploring our adult sexuality together.
The relationship, like everything in adolescence, was losing its magic. Both of us were growing up and drifting apart from each other. But, stubborn as an ass, we continued to insist that this should be for the rest of our lives. Does it remind you of your adolescence?
One night, we had a party with a few of his friends and girlfriends at his house.At that party, we all got drunk and let loose a lot. So much so that one of his friends' tongues loosened up and he told me that while I was on vacation, she had an affair with one of his friends, whom I had been introduced to just weeks before. At that moment, I felt an unbearable shame and pain in my body. I remember getting very angry too. A tremendous anger took hold of me, a product of the shame. I shot out of there like a missile to find her. I told her everything, yelled at her, and swore that for me, the relationship was over. Then I left the party and went to a room to try to sleep. I needed space; I felt trapped there.
One time my head wouldn't stop thinking about how I could have done that by myself. I felt exposed, ridiculed. I felt it was very likely that everyone would see me as an idiot, and even join in laughing at me.
At the same time, my head wouldn't stop imagining how that adventure would have been in himself. How he would have taken it? He probably did better than me because he likely had a bigger cock than mine, more experience, and even a better attitude than me. And that he probably liked her much more, and possibly thought of him when he was with me.
Without realizing it, all those images were making me feel like my blood was coursing through my veins with more force. The red blood cells had turned intoFerraris, and my bloody torrent inMonza. And yes, my cock had stopped and II was jacking off slowly already.However, anxiety had not abandoned me. Without realizing it, I was masturbating with anxiety as the motivator.
At that moment, she entered the room through the window. Yes, like a thief. She didn't realize I was masturbating. Her intention was to apologize to me, and she couldn't have arrived at a better time for it not to cost her anything. I let go of the weight of my anger, hugged him and anxiety as motors of my lust, and grabbed her as if I thought they had grabbed her before. I failed, of course. I ended up after 3 minutes, leaving her unsatisfied, despite her efforts to hide it.
TheCuckoldHe had gotten inside me, and I opened the doors for him wide open.Several girlfriends later, and already with several experiences, I knew that before our vacation something was transmitted silently, and it clearly showed up in some preparations of my Queen indicating she wanted something to happen during the vacations. Days before our vacation started, she appeared smiling with a lingerie shopping bag from a store. By the way, we bought two bikinis to try out. The first one I showed me was an orange-colored one that would stand out tremendously when I started tanning, and the second one was black with some sparkles. While they differed not only in color but also in the panty waistband, both fit perfectly into that monument of ass she has. Let's talk about how it was up there. Do you remember my girlfriend's breasts? Well, imagine both bikinis wrapping around her tits perfectly, leaving all the cleavage visible but covering almost just the nipple. Those are nipples no bull would let pass without devouring them. Apart from that purchase, my girlfriend showed me two bodies, one black and one red, For the doubts that it might look good for both of us, she said while winking at me with a malicious and mischievous smile. I felt an ineludible motivation to hold onto that idea that had appeared in her head. However, I had to be very careful not to overdo it on the subject, as it could end up boring her and the shot going off target. I've always been known for being a patient cuck. Although at times the excitement of seeing her enjoying another cock in front of me overwhelms me, and I end up insisting so much on the topic that she loses enthusiasm. This time I had to be extremely attentive to what was emerging, not giving away too much but avoiding pinching myself and Retreating squares.When I met my Queen, I wasn't thinking about theCuckoldReally. Like any couple, at the beginning you live through an idyll process where only the good qualities of the person are seen. We clicked right away, both of us liked each other very much and had gone through enough romantic disappointments to have consolidated sufficient maturity to talk about things straight, always giving room for the other's feelings.
When I met her it was impactful. She presented herself as an extremely intelligent, challenging, ironic woman with a sensuality that had an impact. Her body seems to contain pure sex. Her forms are the ones that move every sexual cell of any man. Although she has relatively short stature, the size of her breasts and hips gives her a presence that impacts when she enters any place, especially men, of course.
And what about talking in the way she lives her sensuality. With time, I understood that one of the things that most turns her on is the gaze. Feeling like the center of attention is highly flammable fuel for her. Noticing that her presence has an erotic effect on men generates alarming levels of pleasure. I fell in love with each step.Six years and some months, we were leaving on vacation, heading to the first destination. We did it very early in the morning because we wanted to enjoy a beautiful and sunny day at the beach. For the week we had planned to vacation there, heavy rains were forecasted every day we would be at that seaside resort. This felt like a stab in the back of the heat I always carry with me, since it probably would deprive me of seeing the gazes of men towards my Queen on the beach.
Kisses from my Queen for all and everyone.
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