Dear friends I want to share with you what happened to me in the past when my son was 11 years old, I went with Amalia, my wife, to our son Fabio's school to attend a parents' meeting presided over by the director. The meeting was normal, teachers presented themselves and spoke about curricular topics, progress, and failures of each student in particular. My wife was wearing a well-paid jeans that fit her body and an adjusted blouse to her voluminous breasts, marking the large nipples she has, plus high-heeled sandals. The thing is that several men, fathers of family, were looking at her to eat her up and I realized that the director was too. When the meeting ended, the director, making a sign, called me to his office and closing the door told me: Mr. Sánchez, I don't want to bother you, but I'm an honest and direct man and I feel obligated to ask something. You can imagine how nervous I was because I didn't know what he wanted when he said it very smilingly and looking at me straight in the eyes. Look, I want to know if you, a respected man in the school, are so careless that you don't realize men devour your wife with their eyes or if you're a consenting cuck who enjoys watching them look at your wife?. You can imagine friends how I remained mute, then the director gave me a slap on the back and told me: With me there's no problem, I'm an observant and open man and I have to confess that I've found more than one father here whose wives sleep with my teachers, I confess that your wife is very good-looking and since your son has been in school, all I desire is to screw her, I tell you this because your silence leaves clear your situation, quiet, with me your secret is safe but I assure you that I will try to screw your wife... He handed me his hand and I left the office very nervous, told my wife and she laughed like crazy. On Saturdays, my son has a soccer tournament at the High school football and my wife always accompanies me to it. For that occasion, my wife bought a sports set that is a shame how tight it is, and the thong that comes out with the slightest movement. The director always attends all games, so I barely slept that night. That Saturday morning we went to Fabio's high school football game, my wife wore the sports set, and look how it fit her - even she was about to change; the light blue pants with a white stripe on both sides, they went up into her whole butt, offering her almost natural buttocks for the thong to be as minimal as possible (it seemed like she still had some modesty left) she put on a dental floss type thing that didn't show but helped the tight pants to mark her pussy lips clearly. It was really provocative. I'll tell you, she herself doubted going dressed like this, because to top it off, the upper part is a blue braless tank top, and with even the slightest breeze, her nipples appeared in all their glory. When we got to the football field, as you can imagine, the women sent us envious and furious glances, and the fathers wanted to eat her alive, or rather, screw her alive. We chose to sit near the right side, since Gastón plays at 8, but the director started smiling and signaling for us to sit next to him since he saw us arrive. Providence saved me because a father who always talks a lot with me called me, my wife didn't notice and kept walking towards the director. I sat down next to my friend, who even today has no idea what we talked about, I just nodded with my head, given that my eyes and absolute concentration were on my wife, who was sitting next to the director and laughing nonstop. If I tell you I attended the game, I'd be lying, I was only paying attention waiting for... Any moment the director and my wife would get up and leave the stadium, but it didn't happen, I think the reason was that there were many curious parents of family watching my wife's entertainment and the school director. We chose to sit near the right band, since Fabio plays 8, but the director started smiling and making signs for us to sit next to him as soon as he saw us arrive, providence saved me because a father who always talks a lot with me called me, my wife didn't notice and kept walking towards the director. I sat down next to my friend, who to this day has no idea what he talked about, I just nodded my head, since my eyes and absolute concentration were on my woman, who was sitting next to the director and laughing nonstop. If I say I saw the game, I'd be lying, I was only paying attention waiting for any moment the director and my wife to get up and leave the field, but it didn't happen, I think the reason was that there were many curious parents of family watching my wife's entertainment and the school director. When the game ended, we went straight to pick up the car and barely spoke about what happened because Fabio was there. That night when we went to bed, I couldn't help it and asked him how much he talked with the director and he said: 'He invited me out next Friday, seems like he's very confident, because he told me you'll take us to a hotel outside the city and come back the next day.' He said that and turned over with a big smile on his face, I had such an erection I could barely sleep, apparently my son and his team won their soccer game on Saturday and I got some educational horns.jaja The next day before getting home, I went shopping and gave her the biggest surprise I could imagine, I bought her a super tight black pant that with her beautiful ass will be a scandal, but the best is the blouse, made of a '...
Similar to the silk that falls and with a neckline that reaches my navel, it's like a dropped collar that leaves everything open ahead, I won't deny that it cost me to decide but the more I looked at her, the tighter my cock became. Besides all this, I bought her a black jacket that matches the entire set. My wife jumped for joy because she loved everything, she told me: Tomorrow you go and buy a small, very tight thong for encaje, so I can be complete. It's unnecessary to tell them that she tried on the clothes leaving me hard, and there was nothing left but to make myself masturbate in her presence while she looked at me and laughed. Inside me was a strange mix of conflicting emotions: rage, morbidness, humiliation, and excitement never lived before. I counted the hours until they would see each other. Amalia told me she would take them both in my car, as requested by the director, since this is married with three children and he told his wife he was going to a meeting of Directors of schools and thus we wouldn't surprise anyone. They had everything planned. On Saturday, my wife got dressed in all the presents I gave her. She was excited, happy, like any child thinking about some mischief to do, with a nervous laugh almost all day. In the afternoon, we left our house at 16:00 hs as agreed, leaving Fabio at his grandparents' house, my wife sat next to me and I thought Amalia had forgotten her agreement with the director, but having already driven for some kilometers, my wife said: See that gas station? Park there. I told her the tank was full, but she smiled sweetly without saying anything more. My heart raced when I could see from a distance the school director waiting there, I stopped the car next to him and my wife gave him a kiss on the cheek and got out to sit in the back seat next to the director. I got so nervous that I tried to start the engine which had never been turned off, the director greeted me very kindly and kissed my wife on the face, then began a mundane conversation about school and boys. He was trying not to look in the rearview mirror, but the urges and nerves were stronger than I that! I had to say that the Director's behavior was like that of a true gentleman, only telling my wife how beautiful she looked and she would respond that I had bought all her clothes, he smiled and said that about me preparing his women for him our tastes are similar and both laughed loudly. When we arrived at the hotel, I stopped in front of it and my wife looked at me with a laugh that never left her and said: Darling, see you tomorrow morning. She moved her hand goodbye. She turned her face towards the Director and leaning in to him while saying: Are we going macho? The director held her by the neck and kissed her lips with force, I couldn't believe what I was seeing it was a battle of tongues and to make matters worse the baggage handler had approached listening to everything they were saying darling to me and the Director macho, and as if there were no doubts, my wife said: No we're not going to park the car, my husband only came with me to have fun with my male. Act then their mouths joined again, the Director's hand was on her ass bringing her closer to him so that his bulge could make contact with her pussy and he could feel its hardness, the other hand began to rub a breast of mine until just a few minutes ago my faithful wife. She stretched her arms towards the sky as if wanting to hang from him, while rubbing the Director's shin with one of her legs. The parking attendant didn't understand anything and when I turned around to see me I was petrified. I started the engine and accelerated hard trying to disappear quickly. After leaving Amalia with my bull at the hotel, I undressed completely upon arriving home, locking myself in our bedroom and I had a masturbation session remembering everything that happened, having two orgasms. Then I sat down on one of the armchairs in the living room next to a bottle of whisky, trying to make the night pass quickly and not give my mind time to imagine what was happening at the hotel. After some drinks and wanks, I managed to sleep well into the early morning hours. The next day, I picked them up at 4:00 pm from the hotel as agreed. I had to wait several minutes parked in front of the hotel for them to come out, and when I saw them, they seemed like a newlywed couple, Amalia looked stunning and he looked tired, but this didn't stop me from giving him a good time during our goodbye kiss, which I interrupted with a honk marking my position. My wife, seeing me, gave me a head nod signaling I'm coming and after several caresses and a light pinch on her breast, she headed towards me. She got into the car, kissed me, and asked: What's your saliva? I answered cock, and she said Cock is what you have, he has a big one. Then my wife told me to drive to my in-laws' house to pick up our son, saying that he was a real man, that his cock was the biggest she'd ever had (and showed its size with her hands), and that at night I would have to be content with just one blow job because her pussy was still very sore. The only thing I did to my wife was tell her everything that happened at the hotel. Here's what my wife told me literally: Look, darling, everything was fabulous, the Director is a gentleman in every sense, he treated me like a queen and with great gentleness, of course, except for my ass, which he bit, licked, kissed until his mouth was red from exhaustion, and naturally he fucked me from behind from 5:00 to 8:00 am, three hours giving it to me. without getting hard, he made me have orgasms after orgasms, I don't remember having enjoyed it this way in my life, you'll surely notice the clue he left (the clue in question is a bite on the left buttock where my wife has a mole). I have to tell you that I will keep seeing him more time, I liked it a lot and I want to keep enjoying that cock so much that I can't live if that big one. On Monday, there was a meeting at school, which developed as usual, after finishing I tried to leave without the Director seeing me, I confess that I was upset, feeling excitement and shame, but he caught up with me and made me accompany him to the direction, closed the door and said: Thanks, it was the most wonderful thing that has happened to me. I imagined your wife was a slut, but your wife is triple, I never enjoyed it this way and wanted to tell you. At that moment, Amalia entered and looking at him hugged him and said: What? Are you boasting about what you did to me? He replied: Yes, something like that. And they melted into a kiss, ignoring me again completely. Watching the scene, I thought it could ask Fabio for a scholarship from the Director taking advantage of his adventure with my wife. I smiled inside while discreetly squeezing my cock which was hard as iron. A few days later, on Thursday, the Director, without anyone telling him anything, summoned us to his office, in the presence of the subdirector and an administrator, and informed my wife and me that our son was entitled to a full scholarship due to his high grades (I think he didn't refer to him, as he barely reaches 6 on average), after the toast, Fabio called his teachers and everyone happy. When we left home, my wife's mobile phone rang, she looked at me with a well-cachonda smile and said when hanging up: I want to fuck all weekend and I said what are you going to do? My wife didn't answer, still smiling, knowing that this mystery excited me more than the fact itself. Friday, I was already at my office, but I couldn't concentrate, feeling like my heart wanted to escape from my chest as it pounded so fast. My employees noticed and kept asking me what was wrong. Imagine having to explain the reason for my nerves.
In the afternoon, Amalia called me on my mobile to tell me she was in a sex shop choosing lingerie to wear with him that night when they met at some unknown location I would have to take her to, as the way she was dressed would confuse them with a slut. I told her what you are. To avoid going too far, let's just say my wife spent the whole weekend with him, returning on Sunday very late at night.
This was the first time in my life that I saw his lips pussy swollen and very red, barely able to touch them. He got into the bathtub, not even remembering to greet our son who was already sleeping by then, it seemed like he had forgotten she was a mother and wife. In the bathtub, he stayed almost two hours, and I sat beside him listening to everything he told me and showing me his body as proof of what he said. It was at that moment when leaning forward he showed me his depilated pussy, which was impressive, with inflamed buttocks, a bite mark on the left buttock with all her teeth marked, and let's not even mention her butt, imagine how it was open like never before. Her breasts were full of bruises from kissing him, one nipple was very bad, cut off, and her red lips from kissing him. Without mentioning her clothes, all stained with cum from his... We talked about this all week and every time she remembered a detail, she would call me at the office and tell me, I think I masturbated around 20 times that week. After that weekend, my wife stopped being the same, stopped being my wife, stopped being Fabio's mother, our son, to become the director's woman. I was only waiting for him. Even he told me: Cornudin, my husband asked me not to make love with you today because I need to rest for the fucking we're going to have on Saturday. Ah, by the way, I got an appointment with the gynecologist to put in a new DIU because he doesn't like using condoms and I don't want risks, at least for now maybe I'll want to have a child with him later. I'm afraid this is getting out of my hands, the director has become her master, and I will tell how I end this in the next story.
Similar to the silk that falls and with a neckline that reaches my navel, it's like a dropped collar that leaves everything open ahead, I won't deny that it cost me to decide but the more I looked at her, the tighter my cock became. Besides all this, I bought her a black jacket that matches the entire set. My wife jumped for joy because she loved everything, she told me: Tomorrow you go and buy a small, very tight thong for encaje, so I can be complete. It's unnecessary to tell them that she tried on the clothes leaving me hard, and there was nothing left but to make myself masturbate in her presence while she looked at me and laughed. Inside me was a strange mix of conflicting emotions: rage, morbidness, humiliation, and excitement never lived before. I counted the hours until they would see each other. Amalia told me she would take them both in my car, as requested by the director, since this is married with three children and he told his wife he was going to a meeting of Directors of schools and thus we wouldn't surprise anyone. They had everything planned. On Saturday, my wife got dressed in all the presents I gave her. She was excited, happy, like any child thinking about some mischief to do, with a nervous laugh almost all day. In the afternoon, we left our house at 16:00 hs as agreed, leaving Fabio at his grandparents' house, my wife sat next to me and I thought Amalia had forgotten her agreement with the director, but having already driven for some kilometers, my wife said: See that gas station? Park there. I told her the tank was full, but she smiled sweetly without saying anything more. My heart raced when I could see from a distance the school director waiting there, I stopped the car next to him and my wife gave him a kiss on the cheek and got out to sit in the back seat next to the director. I got so nervous that I tried to start the engine which had never been turned off, the director greeted me very kindly and kissed my wife on the face, then began a mundane conversation about school and boys. He was trying not to look in the rearview mirror, but the urges and nerves were stronger than I that! I had to say that the Director's behavior was like that of a true gentleman, only telling my wife how beautiful she looked and she would respond that I had bought all her clothes, he smiled and said that about me preparing his women for him our tastes are similar and both laughed loudly. When we arrived at the hotel, I stopped in front of it and my wife looked at me with a laugh that never left her and said: Darling, see you tomorrow morning. She moved her hand goodbye. She turned her face towards the Director and leaning in to him while saying: Are we going macho? The director held her by the neck and kissed her lips with force, I couldn't believe what I was seeing it was a battle of tongues and to make matters worse the baggage handler had approached listening to everything they were saying darling to me and the Director macho, and as if there were no doubts, my wife said: No we're not going to park the car, my husband only came with me to have fun with my male. Act then their mouths joined again, the Director's hand was on her ass bringing her closer to him so that his bulge could make contact with her pussy and he could feel its hardness, the other hand began to rub a breast of mine until just a few minutes ago my faithful wife. She stretched her arms towards the sky as if wanting to hang from him, while rubbing the Director's shin with one of her legs. The parking attendant didn't understand anything and when I turned around to see me I was petrified. I started the engine and accelerated hard trying to disappear quickly. After leaving Amalia with my bull at the hotel, I undressed completely upon arriving home, locking myself in our bedroom and I had a masturbation session remembering everything that happened, having two orgasms. Then I sat down on one of the armchairs in the living room next to a bottle of whisky, trying to make the night pass quickly and not give my mind time to imagine what was happening at the hotel. After some drinks and wanks, I managed to sleep well into the early morning hours. The next day, I picked them up at 4:00 pm from the hotel as agreed. I had to wait several minutes parked in front of the hotel for them to come out, and when I saw them, they seemed like a newlywed couple, Amalia looked stunning and he looked tired, but this didn't stop me from giving him a good time during our goodbye kiss, which I interrupted with a honk marking my position. My wife, seeing me, gave me a head nod signaling I'm coming and after several caresses and a light pinch on her breast, she headed towards me. She got into the car, kissed me, and asked: What's your saliva? I answered cock, and she said Cock is what you have, he has a big one. Then my wife told me to drive to my in-laws' house to pick up our son, saying that he was a real man, that his cock was the biggest she'd ever had (and showed its size with her hands), and that at night I would have to be content with just one blow job because her pussy was still very sore. The only thing I did to my wife was tell her everything that happened at the hotel. Here's what my wife told me literally: Look, darling, everything was fabulous, the Director is a gentleman in every sense, he treated me like a queen and with great gentleness, of course, except for my ass, which he bit, licked, kissed until his mouth was red from exhaustion, and naturally he fucked me from behind from 5:00 to 8:00 am, three hours giving it to me. without getting hard, he made me have orgasms after orgasms, I don't remember having enjoyed it this way in my life, you'll surely notice the clue he left (the clue in question is a bite on the left buttock where my wife has a mole). I have to tell you that I will keep seeing him more time, I liked it a lot and I want to keep enjoying that cock so much that I can't live if that big one. On Monday, there was a meeting at school, which developed as usual, after finishing I tried to leave without the Director seeing me, I confess that I was upset, feeling excitement and shame, but he caught up with me and made me accompany him to the direction, closed the door and said: Thanks, it was the most wonderful thing that has happened to me. I imagined your wife was a slut, but your wife is triple, I never enjoyed it this way and wanted to tell you. At that moment, Amalia entered and looking at him hugged him and said: What? Are you boasting about what you did to me? He replied: Yes, something like that. And they melted into a kiss, ignoring me again completely. Watching the scene, I thought it could ask Fabio for a scholarship from the Director taking advantage of his adventure with my wife. I smiled inside while discreetly squeezing my cock which was hard as iron. A few days later, on Thursday, the Director, without anyone telling him anything, summoned us to his office, in the presence of the subdirector and an administrator, and informed my wife and me that our son was entitled to a full scholarship due to his high grades (I think he didn't refer to him, as he barely reaches 6 on average), after the toast, Fabio called his teachers and everyone happy. When we left home, my wife's mobile phone rang, she looked at me with a well-cachonda smile and said when hanging up: I want to fuck all weekend and I said what are you going to do? My wife didn't answer, still smiling, knowing that this mystery excited me more than the fact itself. Friday, I was already at my office, but I couldn't concentrate, feeling like my heart wanted to escape from my chest as it pounded so fast. My employees noticed and kept asking me what was wrong. Imagine having to explain the reason for my nerves.
In the afternoon, Amalia called me on my mobile to tell me she was in a sex shop choosing lingerie to wear with him that night when they met at some unknown location I would have to take her to, as the way she was dressed would confuse them with a slut. I told her what you are. To avoid going too far, let's just say my wife spent the whole weekend with him, returning on Sunday very late at night.
This was the first time in my life that I saw his lips pussy swollen and very red, barely able to touch them. He got into the bathtub, not even remembering to greet our son who was already sleeping by then, it seemed like he had forgotten she was a mother and wife. In the bathtub, he stayed almost two hours, and I sat beside him listening to everything he told me and showing me his body as proof of what he said. It was at that moment when leaning forward he showed me his depilated pussy, which was impressive, with inflamed buttocks, a bite mark on the left buttock with all her teeth marked, and let's not even mention her butt, imagine how it was open like never before. Her breasts were full of bruises from kissing him, one nipple was very bad, cut off, and her red lips from kissing him. Without mentioning her clothes, all stained with cum from his... We talked about this all week and every time she remembered a detail, she would call me at the office and tell me, I think I masturbated around 20 times that week. After that weekend, my wife stopped being the same, stopped being my wife, stopped being Fabio's mother, our son, to become the director's woman. I was only waiting for him. Even he told me: Cornudin, my husband asked me not to make love with you today because I need to rest for the fucking we're going to have on Saturday. Ah, by the way, I got an appointment with the gynecologist to put in a new DIU because he doesn't like using condoms and I don't want risks, at least for now maybe I'll want to have a child with him later. I'm afraid this is getting out of my hands, the director has become her master, and I will tell how I end this in the next story.
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