Mi mujer Enfiestada /Partuza cap. I

Although it cost my wife to break the taboo of not hinting at others, at least in my presence; after so many conversations, desires, and mentioned fantasies during our most intense sexual encounters, she now has no shame when going out and doesn't cost her more than three shots of tequila and two Fernet bottles to start playing with me, her husband, and the young guys nearby. She starts by looking at where they are, then follows up with laughter, then closeness, and finally dancing with those unknowns who don't take longer than a song to start asking her questions and not even mentioning supporting her or sending someone else's hand. It's understandable that these unknowns react this way. In front of you, there's a cutie who's insinuating herself in conversation, contact, and it's very difficult (especially when she puts on) to reject the invitation from a brunette dressed to break the earth that looks at you, makes faces at you, gives you a smile, and when you take her out dancing, leaves everything to your disposal. And that's what happened another Friday night where we went to a small bar where it was practically impossible to escape body contact, so we were with her and she started commenting that since the bar, a group had been looking at her without stopping from when she arrived, which I told her was just another group that would fall into the typical game of each outing where she hooks up, dances a bit, warms them up, says goodbye, and we come back to our bed without stopping, counting every detail of what they say or propose during that constant provocation time. This outing was different, even for a while I denied it was something different from other times with this group of unknowns, then some experiences, which we'll narrate in upcoming chapters, made her confess that something, particularly one of them, caught her attention and ignited her hormones. The thing started when they got close to We security personnel were clearing the tables where we had been sitting and from which my wife was directing her gaze at the group of people at the bar, led by someone called 'Carucha'. Until the moment of the security staff interruption, my wife's controlled actions remained unknown to us, but after lowering the lights, turning up the music a bit, and starting to clear tables with the aim of increasing the dance floor, we couldn't avoid approaching them. Instantly, they approached us, started dancing in a circle around each other to achieve visual and physical contact with us who were dancing and sharing a Fernet among ourselves.

They didn't take long to start pushing gently, smiling, and egging on my wife's dances. With something falling from the sky, I got tremendous urges to go to the bathroom, an action that would put an end to our respectful distance from the group of young people.

'Excuse me, love, I have to go urgently to the bathroom, I won't be able to do more,' I said.

'Will you leave me alone here?' she asked with a surprised and playful face.

'Nothing will happen,' I replied. 'One more dance won't hurt anyone,' and I went to the bathroom.

When I returned to the location, I saw my wife dancing with one of them and sharing a beer (apparently our Fernet had run out) and they were all circling around her like waiting for their turn. When I arrived, they approached me, the guys greeted me without any remorse, and one of them said:

'Do you want love? It's still fresh.'

'No thanks, I'm going to buy another one, I see our Fernet is finished,'

'Sure, sorry, since you weren't coming back, I have no choice but to make a fool of myself and take it,'

'It's okay, do you want another one?'

'No, it's yours.'

'Ah okok, very well, my love,' I said, and left for the bar side.

I went to the bar and positioned myself in a place where I could observe the scene without being seen. The excitement was already running through my body; the cock...' started to squeeze and as I rubbed against a bench in front of me it got even harder. From my point of view I could see her laughing with one of them after he whispered something in her ear while they danced and took each other's gazes, their dialogues becoming more intense and his whispers to my wife's ear lasting longer, already I could see how every time he gave her a spin she would take advantage of leaning on her back and talking to her. She was looking for me with her gaze but it was practically impossible for her to see me. At one point the dance between them turned a bit more sensual and he wasn't just whispering in her ear, but had found, probably unconsciously, one of my wife's weak spots, suck. My mind was a total mess due to the heat and imagination. I thought this guy must be rubbing his cock hard against her ass through her high-waisted pants. I imagined what he must have been saying in her ear to convince her to that point of keeping her back and eating her neck every now and then while the rest of the guys stayed at bay. After that night we would find out that this guy, known as a stud, was something like one of the leaders of the group. I couldn't take it anymore, my cock very hard and heat making me want to get out of there like water. It was like that when I got distracted from the scene and started looking at nothing, totally in heat, the music had made me a hostage for a few seconds. When I realized my dazed state, I wanted to look back at the scene but to my surprise and greater heat, only the guys from the stud's group were left, no sign of my wife and this guy in the small patio. I was dark with the tranquility of not finding what I was looking for there. It was so much my surprise when I arrived and saw what I saw that I turned back on my own steps and left the local. Because in that courtyard, Carucha was eating her mouth to my wife's tongue and this one responded as if there were no tomorrow. Seated on a kind of table, she hugged her legs around Carucha and on one of her arms, the very slut had a lit cigarette. What made me leave that scene was when she saw me arrive and lightened up her kisses while not taking her eyes off mine, a look I had only contemplated in her moments of great pleasure, maybe I couldn't handle so much passion, maybe I should get out of there, take some air and calm my pulses for the hot night of sex that awaited me at home. ...