A couple of years ago, I attended a New Year's party with my wife at her grandmother's house. At that party were her aunts, uncles, and cousins. Among the latter, her cousin 'M'. Previously, I had already had several fantasies about her, but for that occasion, I thought I had forgotten them all.
However, it wasn't like that. Just as I entered the kitchen, I saw him there, standing! Using one of those tight-fitting jeans that make the buttocks stand out and look extremely attractive. He had his loose hair hanging down over his shoulders and gently touching his breasts. She turned and smiled at me in a gesture of friendliness to welcome me to the house.
It was then, when an avalanche of ideas and desires enveloped me. I imagined myself in a hotel room alone for me, waiting for her to undress with my hands while kissing her tight and cold buttocks. I'm not sure if I was very obvious, but I looked at myself for an instant as if something could see in my eyes. I moistened my lips and at the same time, my penis began to erect.
Walk towards the table and greet her with a hug, her smell, hair, and waist ended up making my penis, an erect cock, hard and very veiny. As I moved away from her, 'M' under her gaze and directed it at my groin, it seems she noticed my erection because she left the dining room almost immediately.
I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't want to have more infidelity problems with my wife so I went to the bathroom, unbuttoned my pants, lowered the zipper and taking my penis in hand began to masturbate in the bathroom thinking of her. I couldn't clear my mind of her body and her scent. I imagined her wearing that same pantaloon, slowly taking it off while looking at me and laughing, imagine walking towards her and touching her body, kissing her buttocks and putting her on her knees with her palms on the floor. I began to rub my penis against her clitoris slowly while touching her breasts and kissing her waist. Next, I penetrated her with great force, her breasts moved in rhythm with my hip as I held her tightly by the hair. Imagining her like that while she moaned was enough for me to ejaculate. The semen shot out of my penis into the sink with great force, it was quite intense now that I remember.
I rested for a bit while wiping the remaining semen from my gland with my finger, got dressed and left the bathroom, walked towards the street and found my wife. She was waiting there with a smile. A little guilt invaded me, I know, I didn't do anything wrong, but a conscience indoctrinated by Catholicism is a bit hard to assimilate. I sat down beside her, and if that wasn't enough, 'M' arrived to dance right in front of me to a song her father had put on, moving her hips, shaking her hair and smiling at me at the same time.
With so many images that day, when we got home I gave my wife the love thinking of her...
This is my first post...
However, it wasn't like that. Just as I entered the kitchen, I saw him there, standing! Using one of those tight-fitting jeans that make the buttocks stand out and look extremely attractive. He had his loose hair hanging down over his shoulders and gently touching his breasts. She turned and smiled at me in a gesture of friendliness to welcome me to the house.
It was then, when an avalanche of ideas and desires enveloped me. I imagined myself in a hotel room alone for me, waiting for her to undress with my hands while kissing her tight and cold buttocks. I'm not sure if I was very obvious, but I looked at myself for an instant as if something could see in my eyes. I moistened my lips and at the same time, my penis began to erect.
Walk towards the table and greet her with a hug, her smell, hair, and waist ended up making my penis, an erect cock, hard and very veiny. As I moved away from her, 'M' under her gaze and directed it at my groin, it seems she noticed my erection because she left the dining room almost immediately.
I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't want to have more infidelity problems with my wife so I went to the bathroom, unbuttoned my pants, lowered the zipper and taking my penis in hand began to masturbate in the bathroom thinking of her. I couldn't clear my mind of her body and her scent. I imagined her wearing that same pantaloon, slowly taking it off while looking at me and laughing, imagine walking towards her and touching her body, kissing her buttocks and putting her on her knees with her palms on the floor. I began to rub my penis against her clitoris slowly while touching her breasts and kissing her waist. Next, I penetrated her with great force, her breasts moved in rhythm with my hip as I held her tightly by the hair. Imagining her like that while she moaned was enough for me to ejaculate. The semen shot out of my penis into the sink with great force, it was quite intense now that I remember.
I rested for a bit while wiping the remaining semen from my gland with my finger, got dressed and left the bathroom, walked towards the street and found my wife. She was waiting there with a smile. A little guilt invaded me, I know, I didn't do anything wrong, but a conscience indoctrinated by Catholicism is a bit hard to assimilate. I sat down beside her, and if that wasn't enough, 'M' arrived to dance right in front of me to a song her father had put on, moving her hips, shaking her hair and smiling at me at the same time.
With so many images that day, when we got home I gave my wife the love thinking of her...
This is my first post...
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