Juan the roaster

My name is Bárbara, I live in Buenos Aires, I'm 42 years old, I'm married and have two children. My main virtue is the consistency and tenacity with which I approach any project in my life, both family and work-related. My greatest physical attribute, speaking of it, are my breasts. They're really big. Size 105 cm (40 in the US) for a person of 1.65 m and 65 kg is too much. Since my youth, I've carried this situation and the nickname of being a petite big-breasted woman. Understanding over the years that everything in life has its advantages and disadvantages. One of my main weaknesses is that I tend to be a bit jealous, I mean a bit for being light, but also being realistic, I'm controlling. I control almost entirely the life of my husband, to such an extent that I have the key to his mobile phone. Of course, without him knowing it. I monitor all his social media accounts. I find out who he talks to, what internet pages he looks at and which posts he likes. This power over my husband's phone makes me aware of things I never imagined from his circle of friends. From birthdays and heavy loads to divorces and infidelities. More other funny stuff. I know who the cuck friend is, who the poor friend is and who the big one is. But also, I know which one of them has, as they say, 'a third leg'. Referring to the size of his penis. The famous man with a third leg is Juan, also known as 'the burrito'. And not because he's stubborn or ignorant, but due to the enormous length of his member. Since I found out about this condition, I wanted to meet Juan in person. I must confess that many nights I imagined what it would be like to have sex with him. Also in those fantasies, I flirted with the idea of giving him oral sex, something that completely drove me crazy. Later, after a few months, my husband and our family were invited to spend the day with other families and friends at a country house to celebrate a birthday... barbecue, hot tub, sun, inflatable games for the kids, music and everything else. But who would be the host? Yes, John would be the host. I have to admit that when my husband told me about this invitation, a warmth ran through my body and slightly moistened my pubic area. Obviously, we're attending as a family, my husband and our two sons. I took care of the kids with other mothers while our husbands were drinking beer and laughing at a table. My outfit for spending a day in the countryside with my family was very simple. A blouse that marked the entire contour of my breasts. A skirt below the knee and low sandals. John was the one grilling, alone. While he was cooking the meat. A small short marked the powerful caliber he had between his legs. It was there that I slowly approached him after having observed his pubic area several times without any kind of restraint. - How's the barbecue, Mr. John? I asked complicitly with a smile. - It's going very well, Barbara! It'll be ready in 10 minutes, he replied cheerfully - You know my name!, I hope they've spoken well of me. I commented jokingly. - There are two great reasons why people usually speak well of you, Barbara, and I'm seeing them! He told me the very bold one, while looking at my breasts like a degenerate. - I'm dying to eat that big piece of meat. I commented with double meaning. Pointing to the grill. - Yes, it's pure boneless meat I have! He countered quickly. My nipples exploded out of their orbits until they stood up stiff as if they were made of marble. The fine fabric of my blouse left me exposed, marking these two prominent points on the circumference of my breasts. Without disguising this spectacle, John told me: what a lovely day to come home and play with those bells (clearly alluding to my erect nipples). He made me blush while smiling complicitly, imagining all the things he would do to me with that saber. - Wait for me in 5 minutes. minutes in the gardening shed. He said while pointing to a small building a few meters away. I nodded my head in agreement. Meanwhile, a fire was running through my uterus. Sheltered by the shadows of concealment, I walked towards this wooden and tin-made room as I saw my husband telling the same old stories to his friends. Once inside the designated place, it took only an instant for Juan to enter the scene. Quickly, he approached me and began kissing me like an animal. His tongue entered my mouth several times while I remained motionless. 'We have little time,' he said. Taking hold of my neck, he guided my face towards his groin, showing me that there was something enormous, already erect, which barely fit in that small short. On my knees in front of him, I slowly lowered his bathing suit very slowly. That was the moment when I realized that the fame this had was completely real. His penis was descompletely long, leaving me completely stunned. The magnitudes of this did not even fit into my dirtiest fantasies. Beginning to lick his testicles, I confirmed that the long trunk reached my forehead. Taking hold of his penis with one hand, he began hitting it against my face again and again until it reached the correct hardness. My tongue quickly savored the cock of my husband's friend and identified a sweet, acidic taste. While his fallo emitted a strong smell, typical of a true stallion. Desperately, I tasted a few drops of pre-seminal liquid that burst from his gland. Massaging him with both hands, he pulled his skin from back to front. I was really excited to suck his cock like a slut. His penis was incredibly long, the skin of his foreskin abundant. His testicles seemed like two red balls wrapped in an abundant public hair. Without further contemplation, he began putting it inside my mouth, helping himself with his hands, which pressed against my neck. Obliging me to swallow it all. From the limits of my throat. I couldn't swallow such a long cock, feeling like I was choking and there was still half its length left. My eyes filled with tears leaving me on the verge of collapse. In one of my movements I managed to free my two enormous breasts from the prison of that small blouse I was wearing. Quickly, Juan pulled his cock out of my mouth and put it between my tits. It seemed like he was enjoying the terrible Russian he was receiving. I wrapped the long cock with my tits and moved them up and down, masturbating him. Both of us were on fire and almost out of time. Grabbing my arm, he stood me up. With a push, he positioned me facing one of the wooden walls in that dark room filled with boxes and gardening tools. His caresses began to cover my body without shame, his hands invaded my crotch and his fingers entered me until I was completely soaked. I could feel him lift my skirt and run my underwear off to the side. All I wanted was for him to make me his. It only took seconds for Juan to position himself behind me and unleash all his masculinity. He began to penetrate me, while I begged him to do it gently. Quickly, I started to lose air as he advanced inside me. His stiff mastil forced its way in strongly. I felt like a hammer was drilling into my body, making me feel like I was going to split in two. His movements were rough and high-frequency, making me scream like I hadn't done so for a long time. My hands were pressed against the wall, completely surrendered, and my breasts bounced uncontrollably as he shook off all his fury. Juanito made me moan with pleasure, but my husband couldn't hear me because the volume of the music in the atmosphere was very high. With one hand he pulled my hair, with the other he took hold of my breasts, while his entire penis filled up and expanded my vaginal canal. Through the window I could see my husband talking to my friends while Juan was behind me hitting me with a bestial screw. His hands like two reins chained to my waist, monopolizing the power of my movements. Soft and slowly when he shook me forward, but hard and fast when I retreated. Quickly, I came to have a deep orgasm that made me ask him not to stop. Something that repeated several times. The friend of my husband demolished with each one of his movements my tight vagina. Juan crowned the 12 minutes of the act where he submitted me as if it were a streetwalker, with a terrible ejaculation that impacted full in my uterus, spitting out several waves of dense sperm that overflowed from my interior. Note: At 38 and after having been a mother for the second time, with my husband we decided not to have more children. Therefore, I underwent a surgical anticonceptive procedure called tubal ligation. Without this, I would have gotten pregnant without hesitation, since I was very fertile always. He didn't use a condom and ended up once, but an exorbitant amount of sperm inside me. After making cuck my husband, Juan quickly left that room and returned to the grill. While I took a few minutes to clean myself off the whipped cream he had left me and recover my breath. My vagina was burning so much from being rubbed dry too much. I fixed my hair, clothes, and went back to the party where I sat down with my husband