We keep publishing. There's no time to waste. Pauli doesn't stop.
In total, Martin told me that he came three times, and one of them was in the mouth of my beautiful queen. Both lost count of how many times he made her cum, but they were sure of two things: I had never made her cum like that before, and that it wouldn't be the last time he would make her cum. This is how Pauli first cheated on me.
What had happened in that time, that afternoon, had marked a turning point in our relationship with Pauli. Well, it was actually much deeper than that. Having videos of how the prick of Martin pistoned my girlfriend's pussy and made her moan like I'd never heard before probably changed my life. My self-perception had changed. Now I was a full-fledged cuck. My girlfriend knew I was one, and that meant she could screw anyone she wanted. The number of times I was going to get screwed!
Another Pauli came back home after getting with Martin. It's not like the old Pauli wasn't in her. She was in all her splendor. She showed me love, made me feel special, was tender, attentive, and delighted in our relationship. But alongside that Pauli had been born another one, who when she got hot turned into a slut who squeezed out power every time she saw an opportunity, reminding me of my place as a cuck, revealing a level of enjoyment I'd never seen before in her.
I think it was the week I became good at sucking pussy. I don't know how many times I sucked her pussy that week, lost count. And each time I sucked her pussy, she showed me what she wanted me to be, rubbing my face wet with all her pussy on it. It wasn't just with my mouth anymore. The little slut was taking over my whole face and finishing like a beautiful pig.
The way we were making love changed. We did it more sensually, as if recognizing each other in the other. With her body she told me where she wanted mine to be, and she enjoyed herself a lot with me. She was more determined. She told me what she wanted and how she wanted it. And she finished like never before, and more times than ever with me.
There wasn't a single time when she didn't finish more than once. But the orgasms I really enjoyed were those where she said what she was imagining: Martin screwing her hard. She'd say, Come on, cuck, Come on, harder. Is that all you can do? Ha ha. Martin makes me cum much better, but much better. Give it to me, cuck! I couldn't take it for another second, every time he did that to me and I would automatically come. The very slut daughter of a bitch felt like she was coming and stopped at the touch. It's as if the maximum pleasure was in humiliating myself until I came. I loved seeing my wife like that. She felt good. I had never seen her so confident in herself. It didn't happen like it did in other stories I had read, where I always imagine emulating, she didn't change her way of dressing. It's not like she started wearing more revealing clothes or shorter skirts that would show off her tiny ass naked. No, that didn't happen. However, I could see her looking at herself differently, posing in a different way when she looked in the mirror. She felt like a goddess! Much of this was due to Martin, with whom she constantly wrote during the day. It was like seeing a girl write all the time to her new boyfriend, who wants to be with her every moment. This guy focusing on her that way made her feel everything we just read, and probably more.
She took many photos in front of the mirror. Sometimes I would make her take sexy pictures. Of course, she sent them all to Martin, who alternated between messages where he left it clear that if it were up to him, he would be installed in our living room chair, giving her cock without stopping, and photos or videos showing how hard he made her come with the little girl's cock.
Martin didn't just write to her. He also wrote to me, reminding me of how my girlfriend came many times on his cock, what she liked most about it, and how he projected that he would make her come next time.
He also asked me to send him photos of her. And I, like a cuck, took pictures of her without her noticing, to send them to him. He must have been laughing at me. But well, cuck with no dignity around here. Even once, while I was having sex with Pauli, she was lying on her stomach on the bed, he asked me to record a video and send it to him. “Hold her better cuck, or bring her here. Don't you see she's not enjoying herself?”, “Think that I gave it hard to that pussy thinking about how much of a cuck you are!”, the sore one replied to me.
So much writing back and forth, the heat between the three of us became so intense that we decided, without too much resistance, to arrange for all three of us to go to a hotel on Friday of that week and see what would happen.
“Watch her writhing in pleasure, cuck”, he would say. “You'll see how I squeeze out the cum”, he'd continue. “You'll hear the screams as I fuck you”, he'd insist. “Do you have many desires to see me get fucked?”, he'd ask finally. The ridiculousness of the question left it clear that my dignity was on the floor.
“Did you know she said she was in love with my cock?”, he continued. “You're sure you want to fuck her and ask for cock, aren't you? Haha”, he wouldn't stop.
“Go to sleep thinking about how much of a cuck you are”, he ended.
All this was going up. It didn't seem like it had a ceiling.
Mondays are shit. Everyone knows that. But for you and me, colleague cuck, some Mondays are the start of the week in which we'll end up delivering our partner to another man on a platter. Why do we do that? Do you think it's normal? What's wrong with us? We're not going to lie to each other's faces. We've asked ourselves this question infinite times. It's just that sometimes it feels guilty to feel these things. Maybe too many.
Guilt is a very frequent concept in this world. It has fallen like an axe on our generation, which was raised with millions of expectations, parents who didn't talk much about their feelings, and the north of being better than others always. Imagine then how guilt leads you and me to feel that another person will demonstrate his superiority by simply taking your girlfriend and mine.
And maybe that explains a lot, and not too little, everything at once. We'll have to conform ourselves with the ... Explanation of why this is our place in the evolutionary development of the species. The one of contemplating and assisting two phenomenal specimens in full fuck. It's not like we have that much time to theorize, between so many cuck duties that need to be faced.
Returning to Monday. That special Monday of that week already had some tasks assigned to me that needed to be completed by nightfall on Friday. Night when the three of us, Martin, Pauli and I, would meet for the first time.
I had to search for possible hotels to go to, participating them in the decision so they could choose well where she thought she'd set up camp in front of me or where he'd give her a blow job. I was fascinated by this task. It allowed me to wank imagining them in each of the options given as valid. Yes, that week I wanked a lot.
Also entrusted to me by Martin was the purchase of a new set of lingerie for Pauli to debut with him. They decided between themselves and the winner was a black lingerie set. No need to describe it, cuck friend, how it fit her. Imagine your wife's tits exploding in a black bra and her booty parted by a beautiful thong of the same color.
The week passed with much anxiety on my part. I counted each activity I had to do from Monday afternoon/nights until Friday night. After 25 entries in the agenda, 7 hidden wanks in the bathroom and 500 messages with premonitions between Pauli and Martin, we were all lined up at the starting line.
Martin waited for us at a corner we determined hours before this moment. He got into the car, greeted me with a handshake, and greeted Pauli with a simple kiss on the cheek. I was waiting for them to devour each other's mouths, but it was a relief that they didn't, giving me a bit more time to absorb everything that could come. bring and the blame that I would show had dignity, and it was no less than any man. A game with overtime, and penalties.
We arrived at the hotel. Asking for the room gave me a lot of shame, as if the attendant who attended to me were an old acquaintance from my whole life and he were judging me for cuck. It was an uncomfortable moment that I needed to get through as quickly as possible. Luckily, I had made a reservation with time, and the exchange with that close stranger was an easy hurdle to jump.
We parked the car and decided to get out. There would no longer be the defense that proposed the discomfort of the seat arrangement protecting Pauli. She was exposed to Martín.
With an exaggerated show of respect, nothing had happened yet from the advances of the movie that I had been watching in my head all week. The commercial break was a never-cum event at this cinema.
I don't know how things are done around there in the world, but here most people tend to have the room above the garage, so you have to climb up from there by a spiral staircase.
Pauli headed into the darkness of the garage determinedly towards the stairs. I looked at Martín as if asking for directions about who should follow her, and he made a gallant gesture with his head and hand, as if saying 'after you', which seemed hilarious to me.
Pauli was climbing the stairs and her Booty, pressed by the jeans, was bobbing up and down discreetly. I felt like biting her. I wondered if Martín would give me permission to do so that night.
Martín was coming up behind us, looking up, contemplating our ascent in silence. Without being able to see him, I imagined him with a slightly mocking smile, as if he were feeling in control and above all this situation.
Crossing the hotel room door was like flipping a switch on each of us. The first few minutes inside, we behaved like guys admiring the room and discovering each other's nooks This place wasn't that many, it was a simple hotel room, but for us there was much more to that. I headed towards a living area type zone with two two-seater sofas and sat down there, as if wanting to get away from the situation, settle in and become a spectator. What happened next was magical. Pauli and Martín looked at each other, and without any word coming out of their mouths they said What a desire I have to take it all!. They went straight for each other, put their four hands on someone else's body, and attacked each other's mouths as if planting a flag. At first, I could see how Pauli was a bit nervous, tense, during the first 10 seconds. Then I could see how all her muscles relaxed and caught fire. The blow job between Pauli and Martín was slow, smooth, like they were savoring it. However, they pressed their bodies against each other with force, bringing their pelvises together, rubbing themselves against each other, as if they were already having sex but still wearing clothes.
Martín couldn't take it anymore not feeling the skin and took Pauli's sweater off, leaving her in jeans with her bra on the verge of bursting. Pauli responded by taking his wetsuit and sweater off at the same time, as if sharing his urgency to start feeling the skin, anticipating that soon she would have her pussy soaked all over her skin from what made him a shameless guy.
Speaking of that, it seemed like he was about to burst in his pants. Pauli definitely had to be feeling that hard nipple pressing against her pelvis. I'm sure he was enjoying feeling that, as if anticipating the sensation of having her inside.
From my seat, I saw her take her right hand out of Martin's belt and start rubbing his cock over his pants, like playing at trying to grab it, squeezing it. It wasn't necessary to say that Martin's hands had been playing and fondling my girlfriend's tits in my face for a while. You're so yummy, my love, Martin told Pauli, making her laugh with a smile that betrayed her heat and the nervousness of being called my love right in front of her boyfriend, without him saying anything to oppose it. On the contrary, I was already holding his cock, gently stroking it, as if afraid of finishing at any moment.Puting that mission at extremely high risk, Pauli got down on his knees, in front of the complicit smile of his boyfriend, grabbed him with both hands, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and took the first bite of the night's cock, baptizing me for once as a cuck mirror. Yes, my girlfriend had already taken a cock in her mouth, right before my eyes.I loved her with my hands and put it all in my mouth, feeling her, sometimes with my eyes closed, and other times looking at the eyes of my lover. Sometimes I also lifted the cock with one hand and pressed my tongue on the testicles. That made me come. Martin's expression passed between a dazed look at Pauli and his art, and gazes into infinity, with her eyes closed, howling silently.
At that moment, I had my first narcissistic and culpable impulse. Something was fighting to get out of me from inside. At that moment, I felt like I had to get out and fight for my wife, that I had to show the world in the hotel room that I was enough for her, and better than other men.What a good suck your girlfriend gives, cuck, Martin said to me. I listened and felt the drop within that sensation. Do you like it?, she asked rhetorically, pulling the cock out of her mouth. I didn't have the courage to go fight for my wife, and I accepted the place Martin was giving me. I had lost the battle a long time before starting it.Martin had his cock so hard and hot that he must have feared it would end before and lose the spot as alpha male in the room. Then he lifted Pauli from her surrender position, practically ripped off her pants, and threw himself on top of her with thong and everything on the bed.
His face of happiness betrayed what was coming. He threw himself onto her, pressed against her tits, pulled down her bra, and ate them again, like someone who has to do something compulsively.
Pauli's body clearly indicated what she was looking for; he had to kneel down. He knelt at the edge of the bed, putting one leg on each shoulder, and started eating her pussy over her underwear, my girlfriend. Pauli's body arched with heat and pleasure. I had entered a mode where I jerked off hard, almost cumming, and stopping seconds before, like it was some kind of punishment.My girlfriend's pussy and her boyfriend's mouth didn't have any difference in moisture when they found each other. Martin was eating it the same way he had eaten her mouth minutes before, Pauli was twisting around pushing his pelvis against her face anticipating what was coming. Another baptism. My beloved girlfriend's first orgasm, delivered by a true alpha male, right in front of my nose. I don't know how I managed to hold back and not finish it off right there. My desire to cut everything that was coming could have been stronger than anything.There are deafening silences, they say. Then there must be sound-suppressing sounds, I imagine. The sound of Pauli's scream, ending like a slut with her new guy, had silenced a part of me. That part, built over all the years of my life, which could resist taking my place in that trio and assuming my role, had collapsed to leave my instincts free rein.
For an instant, I admired the intelligence of the people who designed that room. From the living room sofas where I was sitting, I was positioned at a perfect angle that allowed me to appreciate everything happening behind Martin, and at the same time from Pauli's profile. And if that wasn't enough, there was a large mirror that bounced my gaze towards the other side of the scene. All this let me find myself directly with Pauli's gaze, and through the mirror with Martin's, generating two independent communication channels with both. This must have been designed by someone even more cuck than I am, still, I thought for an instant.
Luck was on the couple's side when they decided to throw the pants near where my girlfriend had her first orgasm, and Martín had put the condoms in the front right pocket. The action would continue with few interruptions, which meant there would be fewer chances of them making contact with my presence there, and we wouldn't have to deal with some guilty reaction for which we weren't prepared.
Nothing interrupted it for a second. In the mirror, I could see Martin kneeling at the entrance of my girlfriend, opening the condom package, and hurrying to put one on. Meanwhile, Pauli gave me a quick glance with a smile like biting her lower lip while lifting and lowering her hips in the air, all hot. When she turned her attention back to Martin for a millisecond, without either of them noticing account, he made a gesture like saying 'Come on, hurry up brother!'! Martin managed to put on the jacket in very little time, although it seemed like a lot to all of us. Upon returning his attention to Pauli, he smiled to himself, congratulating himself on the feat. Kneeling as he was, he grabbed his cock and aimed it at the bright entrance of my girlfriend's pussy. It shone because it couldn't hold another drop of moisture. With the other hand, he grabbed Pauli's waist and made them both work together for the right moment. Finally, I could see Martin's cock entering Pauli's pussy. He started putting it in slowly, as if careful not to break anything. Pauli's face was a mix of pleasant smile and surprise. As if she were surprised by the signals sent by her nervous endings. As if she couldn't believe how tasty she felt with Martin's cock. And I had to be witness to this act of art. Automatically, I decided to stay naked. I was hot, losing civilized traits, becoming more primitive, unable to reason things out, and wanted to be as free as possible for what I might do. As Pauli's pussy began to receive Martin's cock more gently, the movements of the two became increasingly agile. My girlfriend's repressed gasps ended in a sudden cry that suddenly startled me, and I thought she might be hurting. I hesitated for an instant whether to ask if she was okay, but this was followed by another more devoted scream, as if the universe were telling me 'Don't get involved, cuck'.From my perspective, Martin's ass was moving pendulum-like, and his pelvis making an unmistakable sound against the buttocks of my girlfriend, who had her legs over the mussels of her chongo, letting him adjust them as he pleased to give her pleasure.
Contrary to what one might imagine when still without sex, the pelvis of the other person fulfilling a passive role, like Pauli in this case, is not just an immobile target where one puts and takes their own. It also moves, presses against his lover, plays from top to bottom, and from one side to another, seeking for Martin's cock to touch the places that please him most.
Martin would have felt he had to do more, and show who was in charge there, and started giving it to her harder every time. The sounds of their pelvis collisions filled the air with increasing frequency. No one thought about me, not even I, was the biggest zero on earth, and I loved it. I was fulfilling my destiny, being a witness to a dreamed spectacle.
'What yummy pussy you have, slut!' Martin said, looking at Pauli's face. Immediately he changed his gaze towards the mirror, finding mine. 'What yummy pussy your girlfriend has, cuck!' he said and laughed, while holding Pauli tighter every time.
Pauli whimpered differently, as if saying 'Watch out, it's coming!' and followed by a scream that must have ended any silence in the hotel. This was followed by an absolute silence from her, as if she had no capacity to emit any sound, making the only thing audible in the room be Martin's intense gasps. I had to automatically let go of my cock or I would have finished at that moment.
I couldn't believe how little time had passed between one cum and the other. This son of a slut was making my girlfriend cum when I wanted to. It made me angry that this happened, part of me that preferred it not be so good at making my girlfriend cum felt a lot of pain. Although most of my being was in an inexplicable nirvana, totally devoted to emotions, like a beast that had lost all humanity.
While I doubted whether to touch my cock again or keep her safe from myself until I was sure I wouldn't cum, Martin kept showing off his ability to make my girlfriend cum, changing leg positions at this moment, lying down with one on top of the other, challenging our bodies in search of that exact point of pleasure. Pauli held him tight around the back, digging her fingers into him every time he was about to cum. And in others she grabbed his ass, spreading her legs apart, exposing all of herself to view. It didn't seem to generate insecurity. She knew I wasn't a threat.
When he got bored with that position, he told Pauli Get on all fours looking at the cuck. Pauli always talked about herself during sex, pointing out her own dominance and saying she didn't get excited when someone dominated her. It seemed like this didn't exist in this situation. Because as soon as he said it, she jumped up like a spring and got into position, looking at me with a smile, with all of her ass exposed to her lover's gaze.
Will you enjoy cucking? Really? she asked rhetorically. I wouldn't enjoy it! If I didn't give more of myself away. I no longer knew who I was. I only knew I was the cuck.
Pauli's face of surprise occurred again, signaling that she was feeling Martin's cock inside her once more. But it lasted less time and turned into a smile that cost a little more effort to focus due to the bobbing of her head caused by Martin's thrusts. He gave deep but quick hits. I could see On Pauli's face, they were making themselves felt.Once his animal instinct of wanting to demonstrate superiority by hitting something hard ceased, he started grabbing Pauli with extremely high speed, holding her tight around her waist. Pauli couldn't control her body and lowered her head until it hit the bed, as if she wanted to hear what was being said from inside the mattress. Pauli looked at me with a face like she was about to faint, while tensing up her entire body devoted to Martin. She made him cum again. And here we go again.What a tasty one you're finishing, Pauli, he said. Are you also finishing with the cuck like that?, he asked right away. Pauli first let out a small laugh, and then let out a long and mocking Noooooooooo. You can take out your phone and register. After I'm going to want to remember how I'm getting myself off at this sexy girl, Martin told me, adding. Of course, I didn't disobey the slightest bit, I also wanted to have memories of that night, beyond those being registered on my retina with indelible ink.How it would feel to come inside without a condom, cuck. Today I think I'll forgive you, haha. It must be so tasty for that pussy without a condom, Martin said, making everyone think about the possibility. He knew no one was going to deny or affirm that we'd like it as much as he did, but everyone knew it wasn't the time.
I had my cock on the verge of exploding. I didn't know how I was resisting all that heat. I wanted to assume Martin would be the same because he got out of my girlfriend's pants and positioned himself with his knees next to her head, indicating without saying a word that he should suck her cock. She did it gladly, very dedicated she was. Do you want to suck her cock for a little bit? Martin invited me.
It was my moment. The moment to participate. I didn't hesitate for a second and ended up in front of my girlfriend's pussy, which had a strong latex smell. It wasn't surprising that the taste of my girlfriend's pussy was different. There was a mix of too much natural liquid and a rubbery flavor easy to catch.
I sucked her pussy with great dedication, just like the moment deserved. I could see from the side how Pauli devoured his boyfriend's cock and balls, which he was massaging one of his wonderful breasts, filling his hand as if making bread. And it got me even hotter. I dedicated myself so much that soon Pauli started to finish. Since I know her, I recognized she was holding something back.Don't hold back, my love, I said without thinking it wasn't my place, and started to go down on her feeling the instructions she was giving me with the movements of her hips. And I didn't stop. And I didn't stop. And I didn't stop. Suddenly Pauli let out a deafening scream as she shuddered like never before. She stayed rigid like holding something until her body relaxed, and a hot liquid, a mixture between liquid and thick, started pouring all over my face, soaking me. Pauli was squirting all over my face. There couldn't be greater glory than this.
In total, Martin told me that he came three times, and one of them was in the mouth of my beautiful queen. Both lost count of how many times he made her cum, but they were sure of two things: I had never made her cum like that before, and that it wouldn't be the last time he would make her cum. This is how Pauli first cheated on me.
What had happened in that time, that afternoon, had marked a turning point in our relationship with Pauli. Well, it was actually much deeper than that. Having videos of how the prick of Martin pistoned my girlfriend's pussy and made her moan like I'd never heard before probably changed my life. My self-perception had changed. Now I was a full-fledged cuck. My girlfriend knew I was one, and that meant she could screw anyone she wanted. The number of times I was going to get screwed!
Another Pauli came back home after getting with Martin. It's not like the old Pauli wasn't in her. She was in all her splendor. She showed me love, made me feel special, was tender, attentive, and delighted in our relationship. But alongside that Pauli had been born another one, who when she got hot turned into a slut who squeezed out power every time she saw an opportunity, reminding me of my place as a cuck, revealing a level of enjoyment I'd never seen before in her.
I think it was the week I became good at sucking pussy. I don't know how many times I sucked her pussy that week, lost count. And each time I sucked her pussy, she showed me what she wanted me to be, rubbing my face wet with all her pussy on it. It wasn't just with my mouth anymore. The little slut was taking over my whole face and finishing like a beautiful pig.
The way we were making love changed. We did it more sensually, as if recognizing each other in the other. With her body she told me where she wanted mine to be, and she enjoyed herself a lot with me. She was more determined. She told me what she wanted and how she wanted it. And she finished like never before, and more times than ever with me.
There wasn't a single time when she didn't finish more than once. But the orgasms I really enjoyed were those where she said what she was imagining: Martin screwing her hard. She'd say, Come on, cuck, Come on, harder. Is that all you can do? Ha ha. Martin makes me cum much better, but much better. Give it to me, cuck! I couldn't take it for another second, every time he did that to me and I would automatically come. The very slut daughter of a bitch felt like she was coming and stopped at the touch. It's as if the maximum pleasure was in humiliating myself until I came. I loved seeing my wife like that. She felt good. I had never seen her so confident in herself. It didn't happen like it did in other stories I had read, where I always imagine emulating, she didn't change her way of dressing. It's not like she started wearing more revealing clothes or shorter skirts that would show off her tiny ass naked. No, that didn't happen. However, I could see her looking at herself differently, posing in a different way when she looked in the mirror. She felt like a goddess! Much of this was due to Martin, with whom she constantly wrote during the day. It was like seeing a girl write all the time to her new boyfriend, who wants to be with her every moment. This guy focusing on her that way made her feel everything we just read, and probably more.
She took many photos in front of the mirror. Sometimes I would make her take sexy pictures. Of course, she sent them all to Martin, who alternated between messages where he left it clear that if it were up to him, he would be installed in our living room chair, giving her cock without stopping, and photos or videos showing how hard he made her come with the little girl's cock.
Martin didn't just write to her. He also wrote to me, reminding me of how my girlfriend came many times on his cock, what she liked most about it, and how he projected that he would make her come next time.
He also asked me to send him photos of her. And I, like a cuck, took pictures of her without her noticing, to send them to him. He must have been laughing at me. But well, cuck with no dignity around here. Even once, while I was having sex with Pauli, she was lying on her stomach on the bed, he asked me to record a video and send it to him. “Hold her better cuck, or bring her here. Don't you see she's not enjoying herself?”, “Think that I gave it hard to that pussy thinking about how much of a cuck you are!”, the sore one replied to me.
So much writing back and forth, the heat between the three of us became so intense that we decided, without too much resistance, to arrange for all three of us to go to a hotel on Friday of that week and see what would happen.
“Watch her writhing in pleasure, cuck”, he would say. “You'll see how I squeeze out the cum”, he'd continue. “You'll hear the screams as I fuck you”, he'd insist. “Do you have many desires to see me get fucked?”, he'd ask finally. The ridiculousness of the question left it clear that my dignity was on the floor.
“Did you know she said she was in love with my cock?”, he continued. “You're sure you want to fuck her and ask for cock, aren't you? Haha”, he wouldn't stop.
“Go to sleep thinking about how much of a cuck you are”, he ended.
All this was going up. It didn't seem like it had a ceiling.
Mondays are shit. Everyone knows that. But for you and me, colleague cuck, some Mondays are the start of the week in which we'll end up delivering our partner to another man on a platter. Why do we do that? Do you think it's normal? What's wrong with us? We're not going to lie to each other's faces. We've asked ourselves this question infinite times. It's just that sometimes it feels guilty to feel these things. Maybe too many.
Guilt is a very frequent concept in this world. It has fallen like an axe on our generation, which was raised with millions of expectations, parents who didn't talk much about their feelings, and the north of being better than others always. Imagine then how guilt leads you and me to feel that another person will demonstrate his superiority by simply taking your girlfriend and mine.
And maybe that explains a lot, and not too little, everything at once. We'll have to conform ourselves with the ... Explanation of why this is our place in the evolutionary development of the species. The one of contemplating and assisting two phenomenal specimens in full fuck. It's not like we have that much time to theorize, between so many cuck duties that need to be faced.
Returning to Monday. That special Monday of that week already had some tasks assigned to me that needed to be completed by nightfall on Friday. Night when the three of us, Martin, Pauli and I, would meet for the first time.
I had to search for possible hotels to go to, participating them in the decision so they could choose well where she thought she'd set up camp in front of me or where he'd give her a blow job. I was fascinated by this task. It allowed me to wank imagining them in each of the options given as valid. Yes, that week I wanked a lot.
Also entrusted to me by Martin was the purchase of a new set of lingerie for Pauli to debut with him. They decided between themselves and the winner was a black lingerie set. No need to describe it, cuck friend, how it fit her. Imagine your wife's tits exploding in a black bra and her booty parted by a beautiful thong of the same color.
The week passed with much anxiety on my part. I counted each activity I had to do from Monday afternoon/nights until Friday night. After 25 entries in the agenda, 7 hidden wanks in the bathroom and 500 messages with premonitions between Pauli and Martin, we were all lined up at the starting line.
Martin waited for us at a corner we determined hours before this moment. He got into the car, greeted me with a handshake, and greeted Pauli with a simple kiss on the cheek. I was waiting for them to devour each other's mouths, but it was a relief that they didn't, giving me a bit more time to absorb everything that could come. bring and the blame that I would show had dignity, and it was no less than any man. A game with overtime, and penalties.
We arrived at the hotel. Asking for the room gave me a lot of shame, as if the attendant who attended to me were an old acquaintance from my whole life and he were judging me for cuck. It was an uncomfortable moment that I needed to get through as quickly as possible. Luckily, I had made a reservation with time, and the exchange with that close stranger was an easy hurdle to jump.
We parked the car and decided to get out. There would no longer be the defense that proposed the discomfort of the seat arrangement protecting Pauli. She was exposed to Martín.
With an exaggerated show of respect, nothing had happened yet from the advances of the movie that I had been watching in my head all week. The commercial break was a never-cum event at this cinema.
I don't know how things are done around there in the world, but here most people tend to have the room above the garage, so you have to climb up from there by a spiral staircase.
Pauli headed into the darkness of the garage determinedly towards the stairs. I looked at Martín as if asking for directions about who should follow her, and he made a gallant gesture with his head and hand, as if saying 'after you', which seemed hilarious to me.
Pauli was climbing the stairs and her Booty, pressed by the jeans, was bobbing up and down discreetly. I felt like biting her. I wondered if Martín would give me permission to do so that night.
Martín was coming up behind us, looking up, contemplating our ascent in silence. Without being able to see him, I imagined him with a slightly mocking smile, as if he were feeling in control and above all this situation.
Crossing the hotel room door was like flipping a switch on each of us. The first few minutes inside, we behaved like guys admiring the room and discovering each other's nooks This place wasn't that many, it was a simple hotel room, but for us there was much more to that. I headed towards a living area type zone with two two-seater sofas and sat down there, as if wanting to get away from the situation, settle in and become a spectator. What happened next was magical. Pauli and Martín looked at each other, and without any word coming out of their mouths they said What a desire I have to take it all!. They went straight for each other, put their four hands on someone else's body, and attacked each other's mouths as if planting a flag. At first, I could see how Pauli was a bit nervous, tense, during the first 10 seconds. Then I could see how all her muscles relaxed and caught fire. The blow job between Pauli and Martín was slow, smooth, like they were savoring it. However, they pressed their bodies against each other with force, bringing their pelvises together, rubbing themselves against each other, as if they were already having sex but still wearing clothes.
Martín couldn't take it anymore not feeling the skin and took Pauli's sweater off, leaving her in jeans with her bra on the verge of bursting. Pauli responded by taking his wetsuit and sweater off at the same time, as if sharing his urgency to start feeling the skin, anticipating that soon she would have her pussy soaked all over her skin from what made him a shameless guy.Speaking of that, it seemed like he was about to burst in his pants. Pauli definitely had to be feeling that hard nipple pressing against her pelvis. I'm sure he was enjoying feeling that, as if anticipating the sensation of having her inside.
From my seat, I saw her take her right hand out of Martin's belt and start rubbing his cock over his pants, like playing at trying to grab it, squeezing it. It wasn't necessary to say that Martin's hands had been playing and fondling my girlfriend's tits in my face for a while. You're so yummy, my love, Martin told Pauli, making her laugh with a smile that betrayed her heat and the nervousness of being called my love right in front of her boyfriend, without him saying anything to oppose it. On the contrary, I was already holding his cock, gently stroking it, as if afraid of finishing at any moment.
Puting that mission at extremely high risk, Pauli got down on his knees, in front of the complicit smile of his boyfriend, grabbed him with both hands, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and took the first bite of the night's cock, baptizing me for once as a cuck mirror. Yes, my girlfriend had already taken a cock in her mouth, right before my eyes.I loved her with my hands and put it all in my mouth, feeling her, sometimes with my eyes closed, and other times looking at the eyes of my lover. Sometimes I also lifted the cock with one hand and pressed my tongue on the testicles. That made me come. Martin's expression passed between a dazed look at Pauli and his art, and gazes into infinity, with her eyes closed, howling silently.At that moment, I had my first narcissistic and culpable impulse. Something was fighting to get out of me from inside. At that moment, I felt like I had to get out and fight for my wife, that I had to show the world in the hotel room that I was enough for her, and better than other men.
What a good suck your girlfriend gives, cuck, Martin said to me. I listened and felt the drop within that sensation. Do you like it?, she asked rhetorically, pulling the cock out of her mouth. I didn't have the courage to go fight for my wife, and I accepted the place Martin was giving me. I had lost the battle a long time before starting it.Martin had his cock so hard and hot that he must have feared it would end before and lose the spot as alpha male in the room. Then he lifted Pauli from her surrender position, practically ripped off her pants, and threw himself on top of her with thong and everything on the bed.His face of happiness betrayed what was coming. He threw himself onto her, pressed against her tits, pulled down her bra, and ate them again, like someone who has to do something compulsively.
Pauli's body clearly indicated what she was looking for; he had to kneel down. He knelt at the edge of the bed, putting one leg on each shoulder, and started eating her pussy over her underwear, my girlfriend. Pauli's body arched with heat and pleasure. I had entered a mode where I jerked off hard, almost cumming, and stopping seconds before, like it was some kind of punishment.
My girlfriend's pussy and her boyfriend's mouth didn't have any difference in moisture when they found each other. Martin was eating it the same way he had eaten her mouth minutes before, Pauli was twisting around pushing his pelvis against her face anticipating what was coming. Another baptism. My beloved girlfriend's first orgasm, delivered by a true alpha male, right in front of my nose. I don't know how I managed to hold back and not finish it off right there. My desire to cut everything that was coming could have been stronger than anything.There are deafening silences, they say. Then there must be sound-suppressing sounds, I imagine. The sound of Pauli's scream, ending like a slut with her new guy, had silenced a part of me. That part, built over all the years of my life, which could resist taking my place in that trio and assuming my role, had collapsed to leave my instincts free rein. For an instant, I admired the intelligence of the people who designed that room. From the living room sofas where I was sitting, I was positioned at a perfect angle that allowed me to appreciate everything happening behind Martin, and at the same time from Pauli's profile. And if that wasn't enough, there was a large mirror that bounced my gaze towards the other side of the scene. All this let me find myself directly with Pauli's gaze, and through the mirror with Martin's, generating two independent communication channels with both. This must have been designed by someone even more cuck than I am, still, I thought for an instant.
Luck was on the couple's side when they decided to throw the pants near where my girlfriend had her first orgasm, and Martín had put the condoms in the front right pocket. The action would continue with few interruptions, which meant there would be fewer chances of them making contact with my presence there, and we wouldn't have to deal with some guilty reaction for which we weren't prepared.
Nothing interrupted it for a second. In the mirror, I could see Martin kneeling at the entrance of my girlfriend, opening the condom package, and hurrying to put one on. Meanwhile, Pauli gave me a quick glance with a smile like biting her lower lip while lifting and lowering her hips in the air, all hot. When she turned her attention back to Martin for a millisecond, without either of them noticing account, he made a gesture like saying 'Come on, hurry up brother!'! Martin managed to put on the jacket in very little time, although it seemed like a lot to all of us. Upon returning his attention to Pauli, he smiled to himself, congratulating himself on the feat. Kneeling as he was, he grabbed his cock and aimed it at the bright entrance of my girlfriend's pussy. It shone because it couldn't hold another drop of moisture. With the other hand, he grabbed Pauli's waist and made them both work together for the right moment. Finally, I could see Martin's cock entering Pauli's pussy. He started putting it in slowly, as if careful not to break anything. Pauli's face was a mix of pleasant smile and surprise. As if she were surprised by the signals sent by her nervous endings. As if she couldn't believe how tasty she felt with Martin's cock. And I had to be witness to this act of art. Automatically, I decided to stay naked. I was hot, losing civilized traits, becoming more primitive, unable to reason things out, and wanted to be as free as possible for what I might do. As Pauli's pussy began to receive Martin's cock more gently, the movements of the two became increasingly agile. My girlfriend's repressed gasps ended in a sudden cry that suddenly startled me, and I thought she might be hurting. I hesitated for an instant whether to ask if she was okay, but this was followed by another more devoted scream, as if the universe were telling me 'Don't get involved, cuck'.
From my perspective, Martin's ass was moving pendulum-like, and his pelvis making an unmistakable sound against the buttocks of my girlfriend, who had her legs over the mussels of her chongo, letting him adjust them as he pleased to give her pleasure. Contrary to what one might imagine when still without sex, the pelvis of the other person fulfilling a passive role, like Pauli in this case, is not just an immobile target where one puts and takes their own. It also moves, presses against his lover, plays from top to bottom, and from one side to another, seeking for Martin's cock to touch the places that please him most.
Martin would have felt he had to do more, and show who was in charge there, and started giving it to her harder every time. The sounds of their pelvis collisions filled the air with increasing frequency. No one thought about me, not even I, was the biggest zero on earth, and I loved it. I was fulfilling my destiny, being a witness to a dreamed spectacle.
'What yummy pussy you have, slut!' Martin said, looking at Pauli's face. Immediately he changed his gaze towards the mirror, finding mine. 'What yummy pussy your girlfriend has, cuck!' he said and laughed, while holding Pauli tighter every time.
Pauli whimpered differently, as if saying 'Watch out, it's coming!' and followed by a scream that must have ended any silence in the hotel. This was followed by an absolute silence from her, as if she had no capacity to emit any sound, making the only thing audible in the room be Martin's intense gasps. I had to automatically let go of my cock or I would have finished at that moment.
I couldn't believe how little time had passed between one cum and the other. This son of a slut was making my girlfriend cum when I wanted to. It made me angry that this happened, part of me that preferred it not be so good at making my girlfriend cum felt a lot of pain. Although most of my being was in an inexplicable nirvana, totally devoted to emotions, like a beast that had lost all humanity.While I doubted whether to touch my cock again or keep her safe from myself until I was sure I wouldn't cum, Martin kept showing off his ability to make my girlfriend cum, changing leg positions at this moment, lying down with one on top of the other, challenging our bodies in search of that exact point of pleasure. Pauli held him tight around the back, digging her fingers into him every time he was about to cum. And in others she grabbed his ass, spreading her legs apart, exposing all of herself to view. It didn't seem to generate insecurity. She knew I wasn't a threat.
When he got bored with that position, he told Pauli Get on all fours looking at the cuck. Pauli always talked about herself during sex, pointing out her own dominance and saying she didn't get excited when someone dominated her. It seemed like this didn't exist in this situation. Because as soon as he said it, she jumped up like a spring and got into position, looking at me with a smile, with all of her ass exposed to her lover's gaze.
Will you enjoy cucking? Really? she asked rhetorically. I wouldn't enjoy it! If I didn't give more of myself away. I no longer knew who I was. I only knew I was the cuck.
Pauli's face of surprise occurred again, signaling that she was feeling Martin's cock inside her once more. But it lasted less time and turned into a smile that cost a little more effort to focus due to the bobbing of her head caused by Martin's thrusts. He gave deep but quick hits. I could see On Pauli's face, they were making themselves felt.
Once his animal instinct of wanting to demonstrate superiority by hitting something hard ceased, he started grabbing Pauli with extremely high speed, holding her tight around her waist. Pauli couldn't control her body and lowered her head until it hit the bed, as if she wanted to hear what was being said from inside the mattress. Pauli looked at me with a face like she was about to faint, while tensing up her entire body devoted to Martin. She made him cum again. And here we go again.What a tasty one you're finishing, Pauli, he said. Are you also finishing with the cuck like that?, he asked right away. Pauli first let out a small laugh, and then let out a long and mocking Noooooooooo. You can take out your phone and register. After I'm going to want to remember how I'm getting myself off at this sexy girl, Martin told me, adding. Of course, I didn't disobey the slightest bit, I also wanted to have memories of that night, beyond those being registered on my retina with indelible ink.How it would feel to come inside without a condom, cuck. Today I think I'll forgive you, haha. It must be so tasty for that pussy without a condom, Martin said, making everyone think about the possibility. He knew no one was going to deny or affirm that we'd like it as much as he did, but everyone knew it wasn't the time.I had my cock on the verge of exploding. I didn't know how I was resisting all that heat. I wanted to assume Martin would be the same because he got out of my girlfriend's pants and positioned himself with his knees next to her head, indicating without saying a word that he should suck her cock. She did it gladly, very dedicated she was. Do you want to suck her cock for a little bit? Martin invited me.
It was my moment. The moment to participate. I didn't hesitate for a second and ended up in front of my girlfriend's pussy, which had a strong latex smell. It wasn't surprising that the taste of my girlfriend's pussy was different. There was a mix of too much natural liquid and a rubbery flavor easy to catch.
I sucked her pussy with great dedication, just like the moment deserved. I could see from the side how Pauli devoured his boyfriend's cock and balls, which he was massaging one of his wonderful breasts, filling his hand as if making bread. And it got me even hotter. I dedicated myself so much that soon Pauli started to finish. Since I know her, I recognized she was holding something back.
Don't hold back, my love, I said without thinking it wasn't my place, and started to go down on her feeling the instructions she was giving me with the movements of her hips. And I didn't stop. And I didn't stop. And I didn't stop. Suddenly Pauli let out a deafening scream as she shuddered like never before. She stayed rigid like holding something until her body relaxed, and a hot liquid, a mixture between liquid and thick, started pouring all over my face, soaking me. Pauli was squirting all over my face. There couldn't be greater glory than this.
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