It was a weekday. Due to the coincidences of fate, the planets aligned so that Mariana and I would have to do home office on the same day and I was coming back home after leaving the kids at school. Everything given. Ideal scenario. I sent her a message a few blocks away: Wait for me naked in bed
I entered the house, went straight to our bedroom, and there she was, ready, prepared to enjoy our day like newlyweds again, just the two of us at home, without the kids. Kisses, hugs, we started undressing, all romance, all skin, romantic music. It was daytime, but we were reviving our wedding night. In love and passionate. We were going to make love all day, do everything we could, willing to do anything, leaving work aside or at least doing the minimum...
Naked, I'm walking around her beautiful body with my lips until I open her legs and start kissing her vagina, licking her clitoris, feeling it getting wetter, more excited each time, hearing her moan. She's caressing my head, playing with my hair while I keep licking her pussy full of delicious juice, then one, then two fingers inside her warm vagina, she's twisting in pleasure, intensifying the rhythm of my kisses on her clitoris and fucking her with my fingers. She comes, moans, screams... And it comes... That magical orgasm of hers in my mouth while she bucks to rub more against my tongue, my face. Explodes in a magical orgasm!
I lick my fingers to keep savoring her, I get up, my cock like a pole pointing at her pussy, we look at each other, passionate, and I prepare to climb on top of her for a romantic, loving, and luxurious missionary position.
Until I hear the sound of keys opening the apartment door. I feel fear. My cock shrinks back down to its pathetic little size. I try to get up and leave... toward the encounter of the thief who penetrates our sacred home. But she grabs my arm. I look at her. She looks at me. Denies with her head. Smiles. Mischievous. Her eyes launch sparkling sparks. I don't understand anything. I remain silent, trembling, stunned. I listen as the door closes. Footsteps. Then I hear sounds that I initially fail to decipher. But I eventually recognize the sound of clothes, belt, shoes... The intruder was undressing. I hear footsteps of his bare feet approaching. I'm still trembling. She's very comfortable with the situation, settles into bed, caresses her naked body softly. I look at her without understanding anything, with my mind blank.
And he enters. A man around 50 years old. Mature. Tall. Completely naked. Erect. Virile. With well-cared-for body. White hair. Short. Well-defined face. Clear eyes. Brown skin. Expert. An expert lover, barely noticeable as I see him cross the door of our bedroom. He doesn't stop. Walks slowly. Looks at me, smiles, and makes a small head gesture in greeting. Continues, advances, already putting one knee on our bed. She receives him, fuses into an embrace, and a kiss with their tongues giving it all. Caresses.
Just then she speaks to me: Andate
A single word: Andate. Unable to blink or speak and almost unable to breathe, but with my cock hard again, empowered, firm, I got up, grabbed my clothes, phone, laptop. And amidst caresses, kisses, timid moans from my wife and her lover, I walked away from my room, which was now theirs. Grabbed my keys, which were now hanging next to his, and left.
Totally erect and excited, I went out onto the street, to a bar, to work, until it was time to pick up the kids from school or until she told me I could come back home. Between emails and WhatsApp messages from work, audios, photos, videos of my wife and her lover enjoying themselves in my house, in my room, on my bed kept arriving. Eight hours later, she called me, asked me to go get the kids, do some shopping and cook when I got there. She was going to take a shower and sleep, she was exhausted. When she woke up for dinner, she greeted the kids, sat down at the table, kissed me and said: 'Did you like it?' 'I loved it', I replied.
I entered the house, went straight to our bedroom, and there she was, ready, prepared to enjoy our day like newlyweds again, just the two of us at home, without the kids. Kisses, hugs, we started undressing, all romance, all skin, romantic music. It was daytime, but we were reviving our wedding night. In love and passionate. We were going to make love all day, do everything we could, willing to do anything, leaving work aside or at least doing the minimum...
Naked, I'm walking around her beautiful body with my lips until I open her legs and start kissing her vagina, licking her clitoris, feeling it getting wetter, more excited each time, hearing her moan. She's caressing my head, playing with my hair while I keep licking her pussy full of delicious juice, then one, then two fingers inside her warm vagina, she's twisting in pleasure, intensifying the rhythm of my kisses on her clitoris and fucking her with my fingers. She comes, moans, screams... And it comes... That magical orgasm of hers in my mouth while she bucks to rub more against my tongue, my face. Explodes in a magical orgasm!
I lick my fingers to keep savoring her, I get up, my cock like a pole pointing at her pussy, we look at each other, passionate, and I prepare to climb on top of her for a romantic, loving, and luxurious missionary position.
Until I hear the sound of keys opening the apartment door. I feel fear. My cock shrinks back down to its pathetic little size. I try to get up and leave... toward the encounter of the thief who penetrates our sacred home. But she grabs my arm. I look at her. She looks at me. Denies with her head. Smiles. Mischievous. Her eyes launch sparkling sparks. I don't understand anything. I remain silent, trembling, stunned. I listen as the door closes. Footsteps. Then I hear sounds that I initially fail to decipher. But I eventually recognize the sound of clothes, belt, shoes... The intruder was undressing. I hear footsteps of his bare feet approaching. I'm still trembling. She's very comfortable with the situation, settles into bed, caresses her naked body softly. I look at her without understanding anything, with my mind blank.
And he enters. A man around 50 years old. Mature. Tall. Completely naked. Erect. Virile. With well-cared-for body. White hair. Short. Well-defined face. Clear eyes. Brown skin. Expert. An expert lover, barely noticeable as I see him cross the door of our bedroom. He doesn't stop. Walks slowly. Looks at me, smiles, and makes a small head gesture in greeting. Continues, advances, already putting one knee on our bed. She receives him, fuses into an embrace, and a kiss with their tongues giving it all. Caresses.
Just then she speaks to me: Andate
A single word: Andate. Unable to blink or speak and almost unable to breathe, but with my cock hard again, empowered, firm, I got up, grabbed my clothes, phone, laptop. And amidst caresses, kisses, timid moans from my wife and her lover, I walked away from my room, which was now theirs. Grabbed my keys, which were now hanging next to his, and left.
Totally erect and excited, I went out onto the street, to a bar, to work, until it was time to pick up the kids from school or until she told me I could come back home. Between emails and WhatsApp messages from work, audios, photos, videos of my wife and her lover enjoying themselves in my house, in my room, on my bed kept arriving. Eight hours later, she called me, asked me to go get the kids, do some shopping and cook when I got there. She was going to take a shower and sleep, she was exhausted. When she woke up for dinner, she greeted the kids, sat down at the table, kissed me and said: 'Did you like it?' 'I loved it', I replied.
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