This began about five years ago. I'm Fabián, married to Maricel for twenty years, and since we share our marital life, it has been reborn. We are more companions, we love each other mutually; but not in the classical and traditional way, imposed by clerical obscurantism. Ours began with morbo, curiosity, heat also; today we nourish it with ideas and new stories. But every story had a beginning, and that's where I'll start developing our story.
Our story almost started by chance, we were smoking and drinking some red wine in armchairs on the balcony. Maricel was wearing a loose dress, not very revealing but short, showing off her beautiful legs. With her feet she played with her open black sandals. I wasn't very elegant, just a Bermuda shorts and a white cotton T-shirt.
Everything was going too smoothly until Alberto came, an old friend who wasn't having a good time since he had separated from his wife. We invited him to take a glass of wine and offered our company at that moment for him. While he went to get another bottle of wine, he sat down in another armchair facing Maricel. I served him a glass of wine and we started talking.
The night was advancing and the uncorked bottles also. We were laughing at anything we said. It was suddenly when I started noticing something: my friend wasn't taking his eyes off my wife's legs. At first she had her legs crossed, but maybe due to the wine effect, she started to slightly open them, showing her white thong. At first I was dying of jealousy, but minutes later I started feeling a strange, hot sensation. My breathing was getting shorter.
It was such a sensation, or maybe because of the wine, that I spilled my glass on my white T-shirt and stained it. Laughing and clumsily, I went to change clothes, leaving them alone. In my room, when I was looking for a new sweater... putting myself, I started making the story in my head, imagining them getting it on the patio. It was so hot that I put on Bonner. I got dressed, approached slowly through the dark laundry room, and hid to spy on them. They were laughing drunk, unaware of me. They chatted and laughed. She, as if nothing, and he didn't miss a detail on her legs, which would occasionally show off her thong. It started making me masturbate with rhythm, excited by my idea of them getting it on. That was all that happened.
An hour later, Alberto hugged my wife, gave her a loud kiss on the cheek, right in front of my wife's astonished face and my masturbating face; then he left for his house. Without thinking twice, invaded by heat, I took my wife from behind and started manhandling her, putting my hands under her dress; I positioned her so she'd lean against the washing machine, ripped off her thong, and started licking her whole backside. My wife was between astonishment and heat. She asked me what's wrong with you? while holding my hand to keep me from moving away from her booty.
!!! Go crazy!!! - Maricel said, pushing me away, and went semi-naked to the bathroom.
We went to sleep, but I couldn't take the heat anymore. I couldn't sleep. In my head, the idea of Maricel getting it on like a she-wolf in heat with Alberto kept spinning around. I could see Maricel, naked, sucking his erect and virile penis with much frenzy. She was swallowing it all, even though it was a long and thick one. She was licking the head of the penis like an ice cream cone while he was excitedly caressing my wife's curls. Then he reclined on the couch, spread his legs, and asked her to kiss his anus and balls; she agreed. With one hand holding her lover's penis, she was stimulating herself all over the anus and balls area, licking it slowly but strongly. Now it's her turn to ask him to suck her pubis. With one hand caressing while with the other hand calling her man. Then, already well stimulated, it is penetrated by that vigorous penis. The thrusts my friend Alberto was giving her were violent and Maricel complained between pained and excited. Minutes later, my wife's vagina was a volcano erupting the nectar left by my friend.
As I could clean the sheets I had soiled, and the next day I faced the challenge of explaining to my wife everything I felt. How will things go on between us?
Our story almost started by chance, we were smoking and drinking some red wine in armchairs on the balcony. Maricel was wearing a loose dress, not very revealing but short, showing off her beautiful legs. With her feet she played with her open black sandals. I wasn't very elegant, just a Bermuda shorts and a white cotton T-shirt.
Everything was going too smoothly until Alberto came, an old friend who wasn't having a good time since he had separated from his wife. We invited him to take a glass of wine and offered our company at that moment for him. While he went to get another bottle of wine, he sat down in another armchair facing Maricel. I served him a glass of wine and we started talking.
The night was advancing and the uncorked bottles also. We were laughing at anything we said. It was suddenly when I started noticing something: my friend wasn't taking his eyes off my wife's legs. At first she had her legs crossed, but maybe due to the wine effect, she started to slightly open them, showing her white thong. At first I was dying of jealousy, but minutes later I started feeling a strange, hot sensation. My breathing was getting shorter.
It was such a sensation, or maybe because of the wine, that I spilled my glass on my white T-shirt and stained it. Laughing and clumsily, I went to change clothes, leaving them alone. In my room, when I was looking for a new sweater... putting myself, I started making the story in my head, imagining them getting it on the patio. It was so hot that I put on Bonner. I got dressed, approached slowly through the dark laundry room, and hid to spy on them. They were laughing drunk, unaware of me. They chatted and laughed. She, as if nothing, and he didn't miss a detail on her legs, which would occasionally show off her thong. It started making me masturbate with rhythm, excited by my idea of them getting it on. That was all that happened.
An hour later, Alberto hugged my wife, gave her a loud kiss on the cheek, right in front of my wife's astonished face and my masturbating face; then he left for his house. Without thinking twice, invaded by heat, I took my wife from behind and started manhandling her, putting my hands under her dress; I positioned her so she'd lean against the washing machine, ripped off her thong, and started licking her whole backside. My wife was between astonishment and heat. She asked me what's wrong with you? while holding my hand to keep me from moving away from her booty.
!!! Go crazy!!! - Maricel said, pushing me away, and went semi-naked to the bathroom.
We went to sleep, but I couldn't take the heat anymore. I couldn't sleep. In my head, the idea of Maricel getting it on like a she-wolf in heat with Alberto kept spinning around. I could see Maricel, naked, sucking his erect and virile penis with much frenzy. She was swallowing it all, even though it was a long and thick one. She was licking the head of the penis like an ice cream cone while he was excitedly caressing my wife's curls. Then he reclined on the couch, spread his legs, and asked her to kiss his anus and balls; she agreed. With one hand holding her lover's penis, she was stimulating herself all over the anus and balls area, licking it slowly but strongly. Now it's her turn to ask him to suck her pubis. With one hand caressing while with the other hand calling her man. Then, already well stimulated, it is penetrated by that vigorous penis. The thrusts my friend Alberto was giving her were violent and Maricel complained between pained and excited. Minutes later, my wife's vagina was a volcano erupting the nectar left by my friend.
As I could clean the sheets I had soiled, and the next day I faced the challenge of explaining to my wife everything I felt. How will things go on between us?
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