Capitulo III: Me había casado con la mujer más bella

Introduction: Those were the most beautiful days of my life, about two months ago I had married the most beautiful woman that could exist, they will say I exaggerate, but for me it was.

I had a face like a girl, with big and flirtatious eyes, her lips were plump, with dark brown hair, a bit long and a body that was not enviable to any model.

It could be said that she was the perfect woman to get married, since her reserved and servile personality charmed anyone. After 3 years of dating, I finally got to be with the woman I loved. Unfortunately, not everything lasts forever and things never happen as one desires.

Continuation:

―Don Chato ―my wife shouted surprised by his presence without prior notice.

―Hello, ma'am, how are you? Apart from the obvious ―again there was a flirtation in Don Chato's words.

―Well, Don Chato, and you? ―my surprised wife replied.

―Well, miss, I see you two know each other.

―Yes, Don Chato, finally met your new tenant, it's good to see you, I expected to visit later...

―Your friend had a slightly flirtatious tone in her voice with Don Chato.

―If you please, of course, I'm available whenever you want or when they want. Always firm.

―Well, friend, I'll be off, but you know I support whatever you like mua ―my wife's friend was saying goodbye to me, looking coquettishly at Don Chato as she passed in front of him.

From where I was standing, I could see the beautiful silhouette of my wife at our apartment door.

―Don Chato, what do I owe your visit this morning?

―Well, ma'am, apart from coming to see your beauty, I came to take measurements of your door plate and ask if there was anything else I could help you with.

―You're considered, Don Chato, thank you, and well... ―my wife said, stuttering a little, I think still surprised by the story that made brief moments ago I had heard from my friend.

―Can I pass, miss?

―Ah yes, yes, excuse me, please come in.

―Is everything okay, miss? Did you notice something flushed-looking, were you exercising? ―asked Don Chato, probably thinking that he too had noticed how flushed my wife was due to all that had happened.

―Yes, I mean no, not exercising, it's just... oh but what a mess I'm sorry to see the house in disarray, it's still very early.

―Not at all, miss, your presence is sufficient for me to pay attention to other things, besides it's a pleasure serving you as my guest and whatever may be offered.

―This mmm... thank you ―my wife was saying something apologetic.

―Hey, and what about your boyfriend? ―asked Don Chato while smiling.

―My... my boyfriend?

―Is the young man who lives with you.

―Ah, referring to my husband.

―Forgive me, then, I should have listened better when I arrived and heard that your friend was saying it was your boyfriend, I must have misheard.

―It's okay, don't worry jeje, He's sleeping in the room.

―Oh wow, do you want me to come back another time? I wouldn't like to cause trouble.

―No, no... not at all. Please go ahead and do what you need to do jeje. I'll start cleaning a bit before my husband wakes up.

She left him working at the door and retreated to the living room, organizing the sofa cushions and moving some things around here and there. It seemed like her mind was elsewhere.

Don Chato didn't lose sight of her, knowing that his activity wouldn't take more than a few minutes, but he remained taking measurements of the door as if building a house rather than repairing a sheet.

―Excuse me, miss, the old tenant commented that she also had problems with the kitchen light. Have you had any issues with that too?

―Oh! Yes, sometimes it doesn't want to turn on. Could you look into it for me?

―Of course! Show me and I'll take a look at whatever you'd like.

She noticed some sensualness in the voice of my wife and playfulness in the voice of Don Chato. My wife headed to the kitchen and showed him the way, but he let her pass first, probably to enjoy the sway of my wife's buttocks as she moved effortlessly in that flowery dress, leaving well-defined marks on the waistline of my wife.

For the first time I saw the face of my wife guiding Don Chato down the hallway to the kitchen. She looked radiant, beautiful with a face like a recently awakened child, that natural beauty that characterized her, her prominent nose and plump lips that I loved, she was noticeably flushed and rosy-cheeked.

The kitchen was separated from the rest of the room by a small bar, as we hadn't bought many furniture yet, so we only had a small stove, a microwave, and a small pantry, along with a small stool like those high stools at the bar.

My wife leaned against one of the walls, facing the bar where Don Chato was standing, who didn't miss an opportunity to continue admiring her curvaceous figure.

'Ah, I see, señorita, it seems that the wiring is old and burnt out, we'll have to change it completely, but with pleasure I'll give you a budget and let you know,' said Don Chato.

'Of course, sir, no problem,'

As they walked out, Don Chato placed his hand on the waistline of my wife, which didn't go unnoticed by my flushed wife who was still quite affected by everything her friend had told her.

'I'd like to say that I'm glad you came to this neighborhood, so don't hesitate to count on me with whatever you need,' smiled Don Chato as he released his hand from my wife's waistline, sliding it a little further along the curvaceous silhouette of her hips.

'Thank you, Don Chato... for your kindness,' replied my wife - 'See you soon.'

My wife was excited, I had no doubt. That morning's conversation and Don Chato's visit had stirred something in her, but it would take me a little more time to discover what that would do to our relationship.

That same day would be the beginning of many things, starting with the start of several dreams that during the night took me to fantasize about that blonde who had surrendered to her husband's boss and not just that, but what this would have awakened in my wife.

Until one night, they changed protagonists...

I was wandering through one of the neighborhood's corridors, my heart racing, far from that corridor, I heard some noises, noises that as I walked became fine and delicate moans of a lady, which seemed sweet and sensual at the same time. That woman was surely enjoying a good masculine tool.

As I walked in the darkness, I arrived at the door where that feminine music came from, it was open, and the moans grew louder.

I entered with great care, trying to remain anonymous before that couple showing off their love, walking in the dim light until I reached the room where a faint amber-colored light came from.

A man was lying on that white bed, I could see his hairy legs stretched out on that mattress, while a curvy figure rode him, beautiful legs covered in black stockings crossed to each side of that male body, black shoes covered those female feet and an enormous and fabulous ass rose and fell in rhythm with that male pelvis that was pounding her with the force of a bull.

The moans grew louder and the slaps between the thighs and buttocks of that couple more intense, until they both tensed up in a beautiful mutual orgasm. The woman's hair fell on her black back like night and her arched back showed off a satisfying orgasm in all its splendor. soon that girl who was wearing a finger to her mouth turned towards me... while saying 'ahhh Don Chato'.

It was my wife.

I woke up shocked, looking for my beautiful wife in the dim light of our bedroom, there she was on my side, unaware of all the story I had dreamed, her curvy body showed under that delicate sheet.

My head, on the other hand, was spinning, for a moment I thought it was madness, but my groin had an erection that I would never have imagined. And without thinking about everything, I got up and went to the bathroom where I started a frantic masturbation where my wife was giving herself to Don Chato.

The days following were a torture, remorse was killing me, however, I had touched myself several times thinking about that dream.

Fatigue from work, my overwhelming schedule and endless things had taken away the possibility of intimacy with my wife, despite my wife's failed attempts.

A week later, while entering the building, I ran into the main actor from that dream.

'Hello neighbor, how are you?'

'Don Chato is very well, and you?'

'I'm doing quite well to be honest, by the way, I'll remind you that soon your rent will be due.'

'Of course Don Chato, I have it on my to-do list.'

'That's what my wife also told me.'

'Has she spoken with her?' - I replied surprised

'She was just at her apartment so I went to say hello, but it seems she has visitors.'

'Visitors did you say?'

'Yes, your very good friend is with her' - he said emphasizing the word 'good'.

'If... very good... friend.'

'Well then neighbor' - Don Chato replied laughing at that.

I bid him farewell and hurriedly walked to our apartment. I walked quietly so I could see or hear something from the hallway.

What luck I thought, the door was slightly ajar. I looked carefully to see inside, they were sitting there in our living room, both looking beautiful, my wife with a black lace very tight and a sports top without a bra, I wondered if Don Chato would have found her like that, and her friend with an executive skirt very short that showed off her white legs well worked out with a white blouse that accentuated her good bust. I pressed my ear and prepared to listen to everything they could be talking about. ―That's enough about me, let's talk about what's new with you? ―What do you want to know, friend? The truth is that nothing much has happened around here. ―What are you saying? Don't tell me... What are you still holding onto your treasure? ―My wife blushed immediately upon hearing this. ―No... well... mmm... ―I can't believe it, really? Your husband still hasn't... Ah! He must be very little man or impotent. ―No! Don't say that, it's just that we haven't had time. ―Time! Time for what? To ask Hey love, let's get it on? ―No, no, it's not that, it's just that he arrives very tired or simply doesn't bother. ―Please! Are you really listening to yourself? Oh women, you should be enjoying that marvelous body like you want. ―No! You're crazy, I could never do what you... did. The atmosphere was cut off by an uncomfortable silence. ―Sorry friend, no... I didn't mean that... added my wife... the truth is that I love my husband and I haven't considered being with another man... yet. ―Yet?... Well, I see you've already started considering it... And don't worry, someday and I'm almost sure that day will come closer, you'll understand me and make you retract what you said jejeje. ―Well, but I don't believe it and no... no... I refuse to find another man besides... ―Besides? What? --- Besides... eh... I've played a little. ―Yes? Tell me about that... --- If you know... I've been touching myself lately. I felt very.... ―Excited? --- Yes, a little... said my blushing wife.

―Oh wow! Well, I understand you, it makes me happy to hear that, but you... are a virgin, aren't you? Didn't lose your cherry with some nobody?

―My friend was laughing at the embarrassing situation between her and my wife.

―No! You're crazy, I just played around with my body a bit and only that... Honestly, I let myself go a few days ago and tried to put my finger inside me, getting carried away by the heat of the moment, but I couldn't, it was impossible besides a little painful...

―Ah, heaven! You're a real lady through and through! Thinking about the luck of that man who'll mount you for the first time and break your hymen gets me a bit excited, even to me, would you like me to introduce you to some?

―No friend, I just want to be with my husband.

Well, I was just saying, you're missing out. Look at this... ―my friend said, gesturing for my wife to see her silhouette.

If I see it.

This is what I put on for the bull that'll mount me tonight, since my husband went away on a trip.

What's going on? Are you with another man today?

Oh, prude! Why are you surprised? If you knew him, you'd know how to enjoy a good screw jajaja.

No, I don't want to know him, thank you.

I think you do know him, but anyway, just say that you should have a bull, a toro.

Do you know him? ―my wife said surprised.

Forget it, silly, at least if you really want to know him.

No, forget it, you shouldn't have asked. Hey, why do you call them toro?

Oh, how innocent you are, friend! We call men who satisfy married women like us, toros or corneadores, and the cuck would be your husband.

Oh, I see... Well, I think I'll stick with my husband. Do you know how I'll try again? ―my wife said.

What do you mean? ―the blonde replied.

I'll try to recover my wedding night.

And how do you expect to achieve that?

Well, I... think what my husband needs is me in the best way possible, so I'll prepare everything for a fin de... week I bought sexy white lingerie and everything technically for another wedding night again. I'll do everything in my power so that this week is relaxing, so it's perfect for our encounter.

―Well... I don't know, friend, I think you're too much woman for that man, you're too much watermelon for him, and remember that big watermelon doesn't get eaten alone. It would be a waste if a body as curvy as yours was only for one man, a man who hasn't been able to satisfy you in over a month, I think you need one or several bulls.

My wife didn't know where to put her face, she looked very flushed.

―Maybe he even likes sharing you...I mean there are many like that, maybe your husband doesn't want it because someone else wants it.

―You're crazy, seriously! That's impossible, my husband would never allow something like that and wouldn't enjoy seeing me with someone else.

―You say... Well, friend, I have to go because my bull is waiting for me, and if you need anything, send me a WhatsApp, you know I'm here for you, and be careful not to deflower yourself alone, your little thing needs a good male member to lose its virginity.

―As we parted ways, I quickly ran up the stairs to pretend I was arriving, went down one floor and simulated going back up. The sound of heels reached me just as I arrived at the hallway again.

―Hello.

―Hello, how are you?

―Fine, go visit your beautiful wife.

―Ah, thank you, she's doing well.

Oh, I wanted to ask if she could go for a run with me, I told her, but she said she'd tell you, I hope you're okay with it.

―Of course, if she tells you, you'll say she's fine.

―Okay, handsome, then we'll see each other soon.

I continued on my way to my apartment, but stopped before entering to look down at the first floor and see where that blonde was heading. Discreetly I looked over the railing to find the blonde in front of Don Chato's department, stretching her hand to lightly touch... door. The light from the apartment came on, illuminating part of the patio. A blonde woman took a step and entered discreetly into the old man's apartment. My thoughts told me it was impossible for that old man to have women like them at his disposal. Avoiding thinking more about how that old man had so much luck in my apartment where my beautiful wife was waiting for me.

The days passed and my wife continued not to suspect that I knew part of her plans, began to go out running every day that week with her friend, getting even better results than she already got from her morning exercises at home. Sometimes she looked on social media to see their photos on Instagram or Facebook where they showed off their bodies in some sports field where they went to run in their sexy tops and lycras, many gentlemen must have enjoyed watching them.

This situation caused me a little jealousy, but also excited me. On several occasions I saw the woman who had seen leaving Don Chato's room enter and leave when I came home from work. How could he have so much luck, Don Chato's life was the one many would want to have.

A few Sundays later, while I was at home, my wife decided to go shopping with her friend, so due to fatigue I fell asleep while she left.

I woke up, it was midday, barely remembered that she had left, I proposed having something to eat. While looking for my slippers, I looked under the bed when I found several boxes.

With caution and taking care not to notice someone had rummaged through their interiors, I opened one of them. Paper celofane covered the entire interior of the first box, carefully removing it to see what was inside, there lay a beautiful and delicate white silk negligee with some transparent parts, it looked so fine and small, I thought quickly about my... wife using this would look incredibly good and very sexy, since a small piece of fabric barely covered her enormous buttocks because she had beautiful long legs like a model that made any dress or lack thereof look shorter on her body.

But it wasn't all, underneath that small robe a full set of white lingerie with lace and transparencies was showing, a bra that barely covered those honeycomb breasts and a semi-transparent thong that barely covered her perfectly depilated intimacy, leaving almost entirely exposed her rear end.

A white lace and silk garter was also there, one that would fit her slender waist, letting the four straps where delicate white stockings clung to her thighs, leaving a beautiful amount of skin on her legs.

After admiring them and taking some photos, I quickly put everything away just as it was, decided to take the last box with my erect member because it would be so erotic to see her wear all that. Inside her were white shoes completely closed with a fine and high heel.

I felt like the luckiest man to have such a delicate woman with her care and beauty for me. After taking photos of her too, I put them away and went to the kitchen to have breakfast.

It seemed I had been lucky because no more than a few minutes passed when the front door opened. My wife had arrived... but it seemed she wasn't alone.

Don Chato was coming behind her with some bags, apparently he had separated from his friend just moments before and Don Chato had been so kind as to help her carry her things up to our apartment. Everything would be fabulous if it weren't for the leggings my wife was wearing, which left that generous rear end well marked for anyone who turned around to look at her, imagine Don Chato seeing her climb the stairs to our floor, surely he had enjoyed the ride.

―Hello Don Chato I said.

Very well, and very well accompanied as you will see it.

If I already see it.

Thank you, Don Chato - my wife also responded.

Not that, you know that the help I need I'll give... without thinking.

Don Chato retired not before, eating with his gaze at my beautiful wife, which did not go unnoticed by her.

My wife asked me to relax and have a quiet week and she would take care of the rest, so I spent the whole afternoon being pampered by her.

Monday.

I woke up early and relaxed, things were going very well, and my woman was still exercising with her blonde friend who loved Don Chato, work was heavy and poorly paid but the idea of the surprise my wife had for me kept me very awake and happy.

That day when I arrived at the building, Don Chato invited me to come up to his apartment, he said he wanted to show me something. As I passed, I discovered it was a man alone, despite the women who constantly visited him and also that his apartment needed a good cleaning. Some old photos hung on his wall.

I wondered if I liked football and he boasted about his new television he had acquired. He asked me if I wanted to help him set it up and invited me a beer to work with more enthusiasm as he said.

When I finished, I took my place on his sofa, which surprised me had a very sexy red cushion, surely one of his companions.

Oh, you've found one of my mementos, don't worry, leave it there, would you like to come see some games this week?

Tuesday.

Arriving at the building, I headed straight to Don Chato's apartment to see about the rent. I told him to give me time to complete the other half since expenses had me a bit tight. He said not to worry that there were always ways to cover a debt. But for now, take a beer with Him.

I discovered that Don Chato wasn't a bad person if not the opposite, he was very charismatic, besides being a Don Juan with women and clearly a stud also with them. That day, letting myself be carried away by emotion, I had more than one beer with him. So when I realized the hour, I was too drunk to go up on my own.

Luckily, Don Chato was more than willing to take me home and see my wife. I insisted it wasn't necessary to wait for them to open the door, but he insisted on waiting to make sure he saw me enter and clearly see my beautiful wife who had decided to sleep in a black negligee that night, even if it wasn't very transparent, leaving her legs uncovered.

I thanked Don Chato and he left without saying goodbye to my lovely wife.

Wednesday.

My wife sent me a message saying she would arrive later at the apartment because she and her friend were going to get some touch-ups at the beauty salon. That day there was a match so I thought of going out and visiting Don Chato, maybe relaxing a bit.

I left work and headed to his building, expecting to find Don Chato, but to my surprise, that 40-year-old woman in a suit was leaving him.

―Hello, are you looking for Don Chato?

―Yes, I can wait.

―Of course, he'll be out soon.

Again, I became hypnotized by his body, especially that ass moving up the stairs.

Don Chato came out a few minutes later and invited me in. Inside his apartment, there was a smell of sex. He told me to make myself comfortable and turn on the TV while he took care of something. When I turned it on, I was surprised to find a porn movie.

―Ah, forgot to turn it off, if you like, you can leave it.

Without thinking much, I decided to leave it on since I thought I had some time before I hadn't seen one in a while.

―As you'll see, I really enjoy women, Don Chato said laughing. ―Do you like the movie? Sometimes I enjoy it. also a good movie to have a little pleasure, don't you?

I don't have much time lately.

You should give yourself a little pleasure of any kind, good with the woman you have, surely you understand about pleasure.

The conversation took us from here to there and the drinks continued. It seemed that Don Chato was more interested in the intimate life between my wife and me.

The game had started when I saw through the window that my wife was walking by the patio. And I went out to tell her I would come up later. Don Chato also came with me. My wife was wearing her face makeup very delicately, but it was noticeable that she had made some retouches and her beautiful black hair was totally curled.

We said goodbye and saw her starting to climb the stairs.

She was wearing a short of those types that are flared in front and short at the back, leaving her rear view visible.

Your wife is a bomb, Don Chato said, seeing my reaction.

When I remained silent, he added Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

No, not at all, Don Chato, we're both adults and I know what I have at home, she's very beautiful.

Yes, she is. You're lucky, I'm sure it must be great in bed.

Well, I think so too when... Maybe because of the heat of the beers I replied.

When? asked Don Chato, quite intrigued.

I realized my mistake, but still let myself get carried away, finishing off the beer I had in my hand.

It's a long story, Don Chato.

Come on, boy, you've filled me with curiosity, besides, you have my trust, don't you? Haven't you had intimacy with her?

No, well... no, I nodded, blushing.

Wow, I can't believe it if your wife is such a delightful woman, tell me, do you have any problem with your member?

No. It's not that, it's just that we haven't been able to consummate our marriage for one reason or another.

And suddenly there I was telling Don Chato the story of what had happened since our wedding.

From time to time... When I saw Don Chato smile incredulously and sometimes even thought he was adjusting the bulge in his crotch. 'Well, lucky is the one who has been with that woman before marrying you.' 'No, she hasn't been with anyone... not even before we got married.' Don Chato adjusted himself in his seat and tried to maintain his composure. 'Do you mean to say that that little bombshell is a virgin?' Asked Don Chato while rubbing his member as he asked. 'Yes... she is.' I said, leaving off a load that had been stressing me out for all these days. I felt like even Don Chato would be a very good ally, maybe he had some tips to help me become a stud like him. While giving myself another beer. 'Your wife is a beauty, she must have someone waiting in the wings for you to give her an opportunity.' I nodded my head because I knew there were many men who would be happy to be with her. 'Well, hurry up friend, because a woman like hers needs to satisfy all that hunger at some point and if you're not there, someone else will take your place... uff, I can't imagine how tight she must be.' He said, probing the ground with his words to see my reaction. 'Well, I suppose so.' I got up and tried to leave to go to bed. 'Don Chato, as always a pleasure, thanks for listening, maybe you can help me.' I think I pronounced poorly. 'Of course, I'll help you, consider it done.' Thursday. I arrived at the apartment building and my wife was walking up the stairs, I was about to call out to her to wait when I saw Don Chato come out from the side and start climbing behind her. She looked stunning in a black skirt with a very short train, a nice ACDC blouse and black boots up to the ankle, she seemed like a very sexy rocker. My wife was walking without hesitation and unaware that Don Chato's gaze was lost under her skirt, I followed him. I get excited seeing Don Chato looking at my wife's round buttocks. wife under that skirt. So much that I preferred to leave them and go up a few minutes later.

When I started going up, I ran into Don Chato coming down happily, he had certainly enjoyed the view.

Friday

I was still excited from seeing Don Chato seeing my wife's buttocks. I was at work and couldn't help but think about the vision of that dream where he and my wife were giving themselves over with a lot of passion, so much that I ran to the bathroom to masturbate thinking about them.

When I arrived at the apartment building, I approached the door of Don Chato's apartment to ask him to keep our secret, maybe I had gone too far by telling him that my wife was a virgin.

But just as I was about to knock on the door, some loud moans came out from inside. As carefully as I could, I approached one of the windows and looked in. A pair of hairy buttocks were moving frenetically and white legs were resting on his shoulders.

―Ahh! Don Chato, harder!

―I'll give you what your husband doesn't give you!

―If you're a beast, Don Chato!

―Tell me what you know about the new tenant, your friend, and her husband's faggot. I heard she's still a virgin.

―If Don Chato, she's a virgin, her husband hasn't managed to deflower her, he has a surprise for her tomorrow.

―Tell me about the surprise.

―She has prepared a wedding night for him where she expects to receive him ready for intimacy. If you like, you can also help.

―Of course I can help.

―We need you to distract him all afternoon so that she can get ready, I'll be with her for that.

―Okay, I'll take care of it, mom.

Saturday

My mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, imagining my wife waiting for me in that sexy lingerie and on the night so awaited and longed for that we would have. I felt lucky that her friend would help her so much and that Don Chato would also be part of the surprise.

The hours at work passed quickly, imagining the silhouette of my wife and if...sometimes I thought about that dream and only got even more excited. I went to the bathroom again to satisfy a little bit of the desire I had.

When I was getting ready to leave, I rushed quickly to head back home.

―Where are you going?

It was Don Chato who approached me happily to explain that my wife had asked him to accompany me to buy things to fix the kitchen light. After thinking about it a bit, I suspected that this was part of the surprise my wife had prepared for me.

So without more, I accepted, assuming that during that time my wife would be making herself even prettier than she already was.

I cooperated with Don Chato as much as I could. My departure time is 7 p.m. and we had already passed almost two hours visiting some nearby stores about to close.

My feet were killing me and so was the sleep, plus hunger since I had forgotten my lunch at home. So when Don Chato proposed taking a small break to take a beer and rest a bit, I accepted.

Don Chato seemed to know people in that place. I thought we would just have a beer, but the waitress had put out a jar of very bad quality beer, even worse than those adulterated low-cost ones they used to serve in those places.

I took another at my companion's insistence, constantly refilling my glass as it emptied. Fatigue and not eating did their part, and soon I felt more than half-drunk.

―Tell me, esteemed sir, how is your wife?

―What do you mean?

―Well, she seems to have a very worked body.

―If she likes doing a lot of exercise.

―It shows, she has a very narrow waistline.

―She's got 61 cm of waistline.

―Ugh, it must be a delight taking her from there.

I responded without really thinking about my answers each time.

―What's her bust size? It seems like she has a lot... added Don Chato.

―34DD, just like Scarlett Johansson. Good. before operating -- I replied 92 of the hip.

I said proudly.

-- I imagine it is a Goddess in lingerie.

-- If you go, then it is -- I replied each time more dizzy.

Look at the clock passed 10:30 p.m. and Don Chato was still serving me, after negotiating with him, he told me he would take the last one and we would leave for home.

After finishing my vision was more than dizzy. I remember suddenly being at the stop loaded on Don Chato who was signaling a taxi, to then wake up in the same taxi reclined on the back seat.

When I opened my eyes I found myself going up the stairs of the neighborhood.

Until finally I opened them again to find myself with the door of my apartment.

End of Chapter III.

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