Infidelity Dream

I'm sitting with her beside me. We look at each other's faces. I ask her: - Did you ever want to be with someone else who isn't me? She looks at me and smiles kindly. With sincerity she says: - Why are you asking that? You know that the only one I want to spend my whole life with is you. I breathe a sigh of relief. I believe her. I take that weight off my chest. Then the doorbell rings. She looks towards the door and then at me, saying: - Oh, I forgot someone was coming over today. Sorry about this. You can stay if you want, it's fine with me. I don't understand the situation. Suddenly she's treating me like nothing has changed and I'm her ex-boyfriend visiting her at her apartment. But the situation that follows confuses me even more. She receives her friend with a warm hug, tender kiss on the cheek. Then she gives him her hand and leads him in, guiding him to the sofa in front of mine. Only then do I notice what she's wearing. She has on a two-piece dress that she usually wears for summer party nights. It's an electric blue dress: a short mini skirt, very short, and on top it's like a top that fits her body above her belly button and ends almost at her throat like a collar, leaving her arms, shoulders, and back completely exposed. On her feet, she also has party heels. From this point on, it's as if I don't exist, not just for her but also for him who doesn't look at me or greet me. He sits down in the middle of the sofa, with his legs open and both arms stretched out over the backrest. She settles beside him, lifting her knees onto the sofa, showing off the entire length of her legs. I can't take my eyes off her; she's beautiful, subtly made-up, with her hair pulled back tightly into a tiny bun behind her ears. For now, nothing seems unusual. They're just chatting. But she laughs, laughs a lot. She looks at him straight in the face, all the time. Sometimes, without taking her eyes off him... view, surrounding her large eyes a bit. Every now and then she touches him a little: she leans on his shoulder, on his chest. For an instant she leans on his thigh. Always looking at him, always smiling at him. It seems like he's about to tell her a secret, because she gets closer and brings her ear to his mouth. I can't hear what he says, but she closes her eyes, bites her lower lip, and sighs. What I do notice is how suddenly the bulge starts to show in his pants. It's like a slow-motion film, endless. I can't imagine the size and thickness of that cock. Then she gets on top of him. Wrapping her legs around him, she looks at him face-to-face while giving me her back. Now she's right in front of me, less than two meters away. In this position I can see her whole Booty and recognize that grey thong she loves to wear when she knows she's going to get it on. She leans her pussy over the bulge and massages it, rubs it from front to back. I see how sometimes, in that movement, the fabric of the thong comes undone, leaving her beautiful vulva exposed, juicy, wet, and I can see how it stains his pants with that delicious nectar. Meanwhile, without stopping, she's pulling his mouth desperately, kissing him hard. She bites his lips, sucks his face and neck. He stays there, comfortable, enjoying himself. I'm static, desperate inside but excited and hot outside, realizing I'm squeezing my cock tightly. Then she, without changing position or moving, pulls out the enormous cock from his pants, pushes her thong to the side, and sits on top of him, all in one movement, while letting out a scream of total pleasure. I can't believe what I'm seeing, my wife right in front of me, kneeling over some guy I don't know, with his cock fully inside and her Booty starting to rise and fall harder and harder. Quick to put it in and take it out while the guy lifts her top and sucks her breasts like they're filled with honey. She doesn't stop moaning, she doesn't stop moving, she says: 'I'm going to cum like this. Can I?' And he responds: 'Do what you want, it's your cock'. She doesn't finish saying it and she's already screaming uncontrollably as she reaches orgasm. He watches her the whole time, it's clear he enjoys seeing her so slutty, so devoted. I see the two of them, with his hard cock pounding like never before, and a sensation like having been beaten to death. My whole body hurts. Then I see her, already recovered, saying as she starts moving again over the piece fully inserted inside hers: 'Do you want to cum inside? Or do you prefer me to take it all?' He looks suspicious, mysterious, and says: 'No.' And smiling but cuttingly adds: 'Wait a little while.' For an instant she becomes serious, doesn't quite understand the response, is surprised. Then he says: 'It's because I forgot to tell you that today I invited a friend.' She looks at him, takes a second to understand and then slightly narrowing her eyes smiles and says 'Aaay, what a son of a slut!' in a tone between surprised and delighted, but above all delighted. And there, out of nowhere, another skinny guy appears in a vest and shirt, coming up behind my wife and pressing his bulge against her back and bending down to kiss her neck. At that moment I see her closing her eyes, see how her temperature rises, feel her heart racing. I see her trying to breathe deeply and slowly, enjoying herself. I see how her mouth waters. The skinny guy now comes towards me and settles in beside me on the sofa where I'm sitting. Neither of them notices my presence. She, still with the cock fully inserted inside, debates between looking at her friend and the new arrival. Her gaze passes from one to the other, wants to move, doesn't know what to do. She's exasperated. Then with pleading eyes she looks at her friend and he says: 'Go... Go if you want. Just don't be' Shy with my friend” And she doesn't hesitate, in an impulse she gets up. She leaves the cock of her friend bouncing and squats down, crawling along with her eyes fixed on the package of the thin guy sitting next to me, approaching him. And like a puppy, she leans her nose against his pants and sniffs it. She inhales deeply, savoring the smell of that cock, anticipating its taste and for a moment adjusts her face as if it were a pillow. On her face you can see how she's enjoying herself. Slowly she lowers the zipper and pulls out a long and fat but not fully hard cock. Then she starts slapping it in the face, forehead, cheeks, mouth. She pulls out a little tongue and slaps it two or three times. It's already well-hard now. While approaching from below, without stopping to masturbate him (the thin guy has already taken off his pants), she begins to lick his testicles. She sucks them, bites them, puts the whole thing in her mouth. This way she plays for a long time. Finally she looks at him and, as if asking permission, says: - I want to screw you. Can I? - And he responds with a gesture. He doesn't say a word but she understands it perfectly. And so in the same position where she was screwing her friend a while ago, now she's going to screw this one too. But this one is hers, she's the one who takes off her top, she's the one who puts her breasts in his mouth and says: - Suck! Suck my tits! At this point the friend approaches from behind with his hard member in hand and I already know what he intends to do. While she doesn't stop moving on top of the thin guy, he leans against her from behind and pulls down her thong to free up the entrance to that channel he came to conquer. When she feels him behind her, she slows down a bit and asks with some fear: - What are you going to do? - And he responds very calmly: - I'm going to give you an ass. Right now. - She answers: - But I never had two cocks inside me before. - And he says: - Behave well and this won't be the last time. And slowly he started putting the whole thing inside. What a scene! In some way, the thin guy on the sofa, although with the cock inserted inside her, I was as painted as I was in the matter. Because once her friend penetrated her, my wife only moved for him. I heard her cum twice in a row at that moment. Never had I seen her enjoy herself like that. I was ecstatic, but suddenly felt jealous. Jealous of not being the protagonist of all that pleasure, of all that enjoyment. Jealous of being surpassed by two unknowns who had the audacity to screw my wife right in front of me. My wife is mine. And there I got up, with the cock about to explode, thinking that even though they already had her, she would only try me out that night. That mouth was my territory and I was going to mark it with cum and fire. !That tongue, which belonged to me, wasn't going to taste anything but mine! But as I approached... she looked at me straight for the first time and made a confused face. Her eyes said What are you doing here? And I wanted to get closer to her mouth so she could swallow my cum, but she, balancing while they were pounding into her from behind, pushed my hand against her chest, shoved me back, and said NO with her head. And as I took a step back, almost losing my balance, her friend pulled the cock out of her ass and brought it to her mouth so she could let him release all that load she received with passion, hunger, madness, and a very affectionate smile. I ended up there too. And I must have screamed or something because my wife, who was resting next to me, startled and half-asleep asked: Is everything okay? -And I:- Nothing. It was just a dream. And as she turned over in bed, at the same time as she said you must have dreamed you were screwing someone else, I saw that she had on the same gray thong she wore in the dream