Walking through the streets of the city center, we ran into Imperio Night Club, apparently one of many clubs that can be found around here. And for some reason, we didn't feel like going in and taking a look. So we went in. At first, the atmosphere caught us off guard. There was good music, attractive lighting, and people having fun, dancing animatedly. We had no doubts then, and we looked for where to sit down, intending to spend part of the night there.
The music enchanted us from the start, and soon we found ourselves dancing, enjoying the atmosphere, and also, quite quickly, I could perceive that people around me, mainly men, were giving my wife a sly look, as she moved instinctively to the rhythm of the music, completely uninterested in what was happening around her. She simply enjoyed the moment and the atmosphere of the place. And initially, our evening was going smoothly. We took some drinks and danced and danced, not wanting to waste time.
However, exercise eventually causes wear and tear. And I, therefore, require time for recovery before returning to the fray. But my wife, I don't know, seemed endless at this moment. So while I put myself in rest mode, she continued dancing alone, and logically, someone would have to appear to keep her company. Her eventual partner, a man of the same condition as mine, found her the dance partner for not maybe dancing solo.
After the set ended, she went back to the table to take some water, and just as the music started playing again, another man, younger, appeared, inviting her to dance. And she, without any reserve, and perhaps flattered by being chosen by a younger man, accepted. They then walked away and started dancing very animatedly. I soon saw that they seemed to get along and harmonize. The guy danced well, no doubt, and fit in well with her as a dance partner. Undoubtedly, from my perspective, she was enjoying his company. Finished, she returned to the table. He seemed to take another path. So, while the minutes passed, we chatted for a bit. The atmosphere was party-like, so I asked if she was tired and she replied that she wasn't, so I signaled for us to go dance again. And, once more, like many times before, we headed to the dance floor. We were dancing for a long time at the rhythm of salsa, merengues, bachatas... Finally, we were dancing all out and having a good time. And, already past 2 am, we took a break. We returned to the table. Staying there, the local guy who was dancing with his friends appeared again. But this time my wife declined the invitation to dance and invited the visitor to join us. We chatted for a bit about usual things, where he lived, what he did... The guy, very spontaneous, answered without hesitation to our questions. And then he, without any shame, told us that he often came to that place mainly in search of women, and if there was an option, he tried not to miss the chance. The conversation had gotten a bit hot, but we didn't give it much importance. My wife skillfully diverted the conversation to other topics, asking him if there were other places like that in the city, which one he preferred, where he went better in his conquests... To all of which he responded with total abandon. Finally, as not to keep going with that interrogation, the guy told my wife to go dance and take advantage of the music. She accepted. And once more, we headed to the dance floor, which by 3 am perhaps no longer had so many people. I could see them dancing from where I was and checked that the guy was holding my wife tight, surely with the intention of seducing her and making indecent proposals: taking her to bed. It didn't seem strange to me that this happened and, in fact, just contemplating the idea in my head made me hot... I imagined screwing. Why not? Back at the table and seated to rest from the commotion, he was direct with her. He said, 'Would you agree to do love with me?' We looked at each other. She, smiling, answered, 'I'd like it, but it's a bit late.' If someone wants and has desire, he replied, never is too late. Any hour is good. She looked at me again, as if asking for consent, and I nodded in approval with my head. I don't know, she exclaimed. The room was nothing special. A small, simple, and well-decorated space with large mirrors on either side. Pleasant, yes, but small. The available space would not exceed more than 2.50 x 2.50 meters. Luckily it had a bathroom, but miniaturized. It was furnished with a semi-double bed, a small nightstand with its lamp, a chair, and a small flat TV fixed to the wall. I was bothered that the only space for me to contemplate the act was at the foot of the bed, but there were no other options, so be it. No sooner had we entered there than my wife went into the bathroom. The man and I remained alone, not knowing what to do. Well, I said, she'll probably come out ready for action soon. Get ready! The guy then undressed quickly and got into bed, waiting for his lady, who didn't take long to make her appearance. When my wife came out of the bathroom, that guy was already naked waiting for her in bed... She started undressing as a result. Oh, she said, you were really eager. Yes, he replied, since we first danced together. My wife finished undressing, which wasn't difficult because, to be honest, with the warm climate, she was wearing very little clothing. She took off her blouse, bra, and thong... Having it clear what she wanted, she took that member in her hand and positioned it so she could sit on it and let it penetrate her body. She was wet, so this didn't take much effort and the ride... She started. She was facing away from me, so I observed with attention, live and direct, with a privileged view, as that penis was being devoured by the pussy of my wife with an unusual appetite. She moved her hips, forward and backward, to one side and the other, keeping inserted in her body that member which barely fit into her small hole.
That penis, it seemed, had filled her completely and my wife was enjoying it fully. She was the one doing the work with her movements and she was the one who was procuring her own pleasure at will. The movements became intense and soon she started to moan. At first the sound seemed like a simple panting, but then it sounded much more sonorous; almost like a scream. Caramba! I thought excitedly while my wife was doing her thing with her male. How does my wife move her ass! I had never noticed that before and now, having to contemplate her from behind, at her back, it was impossible not to see how her buttocks were moving.
The guy was grasping her buttocks but still lay there, passive, letting her enjoy his body. She may have been enjoying only the sexual pleasure because she kept her eyes closed all the time, perhaps concentrating on the sensations that the contact with the penis of that man was producing in her body. Meanwhile, I continued to watch the vigorous movements she was making and which seemed to increase in intensity until, suddenly, and without stopping moving, she exhaled a loud ah, ayyy, aayyy... followed by a slow stop, lying on the body of that one.
Both of them lay there for a while. The man didn't want to disturb her or demand anything from her, so he waited for her to recover from the effort and give him permission. Minutes passed and it was like that. She leaned back against him. Then he got up and asked if she would let him penetrate her again. My wife, of course, responded Yes. Consequently, our male, neither short nor lazy, opened his legs, settled in the middle of them, and rested on her body, penetrating her. I remained there, this time from behind, watching how that member entered my putrid wife's body, which, excited, opened her legs even more, allowing that man to enter her voluntarily. It was a delight to see her sex getting wet and that member entering and leaving lubricated with each thrust. I had an enormous heat because of that and listening again to my wife's moans as she delighted in the movements of that gentleman. The job continued for a few more minutes. He gave, and she received. His cock should be causing havoc in my woman, because she didn't resist his pushes at all, on the contrary, she encouraged him to keep going like he was doing. He withdrew for an instant and asked her to get into position like a dog. My wife, very obedient, quickly settled in so that the man could access her from behind. The penetration must have been pleasant and very deep. My wife started making gestures and contorting her body, and moaning loudly in response to each movement of his, who, empowered in his role as dominant male, had her at his entire whim. With vigor and great speed, he soon made her reach orgasm, although he was also at the limit. Both shook almost simultaneously. The guy got up like a spring, grabbed his clothes.
The guy left, said goodbye and went away. And I stayed there contemplating my wife, naked on the bed, drowsy, just satisfied and content, with a face of satisfaction. Later she would tell me that she had one of the most intense orgasms of her life and that the cock of that guy, didn't know why, was all a delight.
I felt something of jealousy because it wasn't the first man she had sex with, but this one seemed special to her. For me, apart from sharing my wife's joy at this new experience, what struck me most was noticing how intensely and appetizingly she moved her ass while enjoying that guy's penis. Her cock, certainly, must have been very yummy and appetizing for her because she doesn't stop remembering the encounter she had with him. And I don't stop remembering how my wife moved her ass...
The music enchanted us from the start, and soon we found ourselves dancing, enjoying the atmosphere, and also, quite quickly, I could perceive that people around me, mainly men, were giving my wife a sly look, as she moved instinctively to the rhythm of the music, completely uninterested in what was happening around her. She simply enjoyed the moment and the atmosphere of the place. And initially, our evening was going smoothly. We took some drinks and danced and danced, not wanting to waste time.
However, exercise eventually causes wear and tear. And I, therefore, require time for recovery before returning to the fray. But my wife, I don't know, seemed endless at this moment. So while I put myself in rest mode, she continued dancing alone, and logically, someone would have to appear to keep her company. Her eventual partner, a man of the same condition as mine, found her the dance partner for not maybe dancing solo.
After the set ended, she went back to the table to take some water, and just as the music started playing again, another man, younger, appeared, inviting her to dance. And she, without any reserve, and perhaps flattered by being chosen by a younger man, accepted. They then walked away and started dancing very animatedly. I soon saw that they seemed to get along and harmonize. The guy danced well, no doubt, and fit in well with her as a dance partner. Undoubtedly, from my perspective, she was enjoying his company. Finished, she returned to the table. He seemed to take another path. So, while the minutes passed, we chatted for a bit. The atmosphere was party-like, so I asked if she was tired and she replied that she wasn't, so I signaled for us to go dance again. And, once more, like many times before, we headed to the dance floor. We were dancing for a long time at the rhythm of salsa, merengues, bachatas... Finally, we were dancing all out and having a good time. And, already past 2 am, we took a break. We returned to the table. Staying there, the local guy who was dancing with his friends appeared again. But this time my wife declined the invitation to dance and invited the visitor to join us. We chatted for a bit about usual things, where he lived, what he did... The guy, very spontaneous, answered without hesitation to our questions. And then he, without any shame, told us that he often came to that place mainly in search of women, and if there was an option, he tried not to miss the chance. The conversation had gotten a bit hot, but we didn't give it much importance. My wife skillfully diverted the conversation to other topics, asking him if there were other places like that in the city, which one he preferred, where he went better in his conquests... To all of which he responded with total abandon. Finally, as not to keep going with that interrogation, the guy told my wife to go dance and take advantage of the music. She accepted. And once more, we headed to the dance floor, which by 3 am perhaps no longer had so many people. I could see them dancing from where I was and checked that the guy was holding my wife tight, surely with the intention of seducing her and making indecent proposals: taking her to bed. It didn't seem strange to me that this happened and, in fact, just contemplating the idea in my head made me hot... I imagined screwing. Why not? Back at the table and seated to rest from the commotion, he was direct with her. He said, 'Would you agree to do love with me?' We looked at each other. She, smiling, answered, 'I'd like it, but it's a bit late.' If someone wants and has desire, he replied, never is too late. Any hour is good. She looked at me again, as if asking for consent, and I nodded in approval with my head. I don't know, she exclaimed. The room was nothing special. A small, simple, and well-decorated space with large mirrors on either side. Pleasant, yes, but small. The available space would not exceed more than 2.50 x 2.50 meters. Luckily it had a bathroom, but miniaturized. It was furnished with a semi-double bed, a small nightstand with its lamp, a chair, and a small flat TV fixed to the wall. I was bothered that the only space for me to contemplate the act was at the foot of the bed, but there were no other options, so be it. No sooner had we entered there than my wife went into the bathroom. The man and I remained alone, not knowing what to do. Well, I said, she'll probably come out ready for action soon. Get ready! The guy then undressed quickly and got into bed, waiting for his lady, who didn't take long to make her appearance. When my wife came out of the bathroom, that guy was already naked waiting for her in bed... She started undressing as a result. Oh, she said, you were really eager. Yes, he replied, since we first danced together. My wife finished undressing, which wasn't difficult because, to be honest, with the warm climate, she was wearing very little clothing. She took off her blouse, bra, and thong... Having it clear what she wanted, she took that member in her hand and positioned it so she could sit on it and let it penetrate her body. She was wet, so this didn't take much effort and the ride... She started. She was facing away from me, so I observed with attention, live and direct, with a privileged view, as that penis was being devoured by the pussy of my wife with an unusual appetite. She moved her hips, forward and backward, to one side and the other, keeping inserted in her body that member which barely fit into her small hole.
That penis, it seemed, had filled her completely and my wife was enjoying it fully. She was the one doing the work with her movements and she was the one who was procuring her own pleasure at will. The movements became intense and soon she started to moan. At first the sound seemed like a simple panting, but then it sounded much more sonorous; almost like a scream. Caramba! I thought excitedly while my wife was doing her thing with her male. How does my wife move her ass! I had never noticed that before and now, having to contemplate her from behind, at her back, it was impossible not to see how her buttocks were moving.
The guy was grasping her buttocks but still lay there, passive, letting her enjoy his body. She may have been enjoying only the sexual pleasure because she kept her eyes closed all the time, perhaps concentrating on the sensations that the contact with the penis of that man was producing in her body. Meanwhile, I continued to watch the vigorous movements she was making and which seemed to increase in intensity until, suddenly, and without stopping moving, she exhaled a loud ah, ayyy, aayyy... followed by a slow stop, lying on the body of that one.
Both of them lay there for a while. The man didn't want to disturb her or demand anything from her, so he waited for her to recover from the effort and give him permission. Minutes passed and it was like that. She leaned back against him. Then he got up and asked if she would let him penetrate her again. My wife, of course, responded Yes. Consequently, our male, neither short nor lazy, opened his legs, settled in the middle of them, and rested on her body, penetrating her. I remained there, this time from behind, watching how that member entered my putrid wife's body, which, excited, opened her legs even more, allowing that man to enter her voluntarily. It was a delight to see her sex getting wet and that member entering and leaving lubricated with each thrust. I had an enormous heat because of that and listening again to my wife's moans as she delighted in the movements of that gentleman. The job continued for a few more minutes. He gave, and she received. His cock should be causing havoc in my woman, because she didn't resist his pushes at all, on the contrary, she encouraged him to keep going like he was doing. He withdrew for an instant and asked her to get into position like a dog. My wife, very obedient, quickly settled in so that the man could access her from behind. The penetration must have been pleasant and very deep. My wife started making gestures and contorting her body, and moaning loudly in response to each movement of his, who, empowered in his role as dominant male, had her at his entire whim. With vigor and great speed, he soon made her reach orgasm, although he was also at the limit. Both shook almost simultaneously. The guy got up like a spring, grabbed his clothes.
The guy left, said goodbye and went away. And I stayed there contemplating my wife, naked on the bed, drowsy, just satisfied and content, with a face of satisfaction. Later she would tell me that she had one of the most intense orgasms of her life and that the cock of that guy, didn't know why, was all a delight.I felt something of jealousy because it wasn't the first man she had sex with, but this one seemed special to her. For me, apart from sharing my wife's joy at this new experience, what struck me most was noticing how intensely and appetizingly she moved her ass while enjoying that guy's penis. Her cock, certainly, must have been very yummy and appetizing for her because she doesn't stop remembering the encounter she had with him. And I don't stop remembering how my wife moved her ass...
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