My Husband Let Me Do the Programs

We had the fantasy that I was a showgirl, and whoever read my first short story knows...
On that occasion I was approached by an insistent guy who wanted to possess me in any way. Every time we had sex, my husband remembers it and asks if I would have the courage to give to a stranger. He fantasizes about what he'd be like...
I'm an ordinary woman, a housewife, mother of two children, thirty-something with some fat and cellulite. Thick thighs and bulky butt. Apart from my husband, there was only one other man in my life. I slept with a cousin with the complicity of my husband. I didn't have the courage to do menage because I found it embarrassing to give myself up to another man in his presence.
My husband was always suggesting that we repeat this adventure of prostitution and I had enjoyed the experience as well, so we decided to do it again. We left our children with my parents and made all necessary preparations: in your bag take a detachable blouse, micro skirt and high-heeled sandals.
We lived in the great city of São Paulo, and we took a train to Luz Station. In the bathroom I changed my clothes, removed my underwear and bra, wore only those indecent clothing; put on make-up. It was uncomfortable walking with high heels, feeling naked without undergarments. The outside things accentuated exposure.
I walked toward a nearby park. My husband was behind me, at a safe distance carrying his bag. I noticed that many men were looking greedyly at me; some turned around and hesitated whether to approach me or not; my heart leaped for fear of meeting someone they knew.
I arrived at the Park of Light, where several prostitutes line up in broad daylight. We had arranged that this time if any interested ones liked it, I should advance a little bit as a whore. It didn't take long for a man to approach me.
- Hey, hot one!
I looked and didn't like what I saw, very ugly with a beard to make. The determining factor was looking at his mouth where some front teeth were missing and others that seemed decayed to me; in the hands, long nails and dirty underneath, denoting carelessness and lack of hygiene.
- Excuse me, I'm waiting for someone.
And so, several men came to talk with me. I had a hard time pushing them away because none of them pleased me; while the other women struggled to attract men in an acrimonious dispute by offering themselves openly.
I don't know if it was because I was new to the scene, or even as a transvestite whore that men noticed something different about me.
Finally a more distinguished-looking gentleman approached me:
- How much do you charge for a kiss?
I didn't know there was such a thing, so I decided to buy some time.
I'm thinking about it.
He walked beside me, pulled me to a seat on the bench and unceremoniously tried to kiss me. I managed to swerve slightly with his mouth grabbing my face and corners of lips; his eager hands were already groping at breasts warming up the blouse, fingers grasping beaks appearing underneath thin fabric.
Still stunned by the sulphurous attack, I felt eager fingers entering underneath my skirt and touching the lips of her exposed little hand. The man suddenly went crazy when he saw that there was nothing beneath me; with his forefinger pointing upwards, he forced a hole through it. He managed to insert some.
I looked over to where my husband was standing, watching from a distance and thought about making the coordinated gesture of relief but something stopped me it was our fantasy and i should have turned around like show girl that i used to be so relaxed for a bit and with quick breathing let him go on. must've felt pleased not sure this little thing is getting wet in my juices
I'll give you 50 for the kiss.
She led me to an empty area behind a tree, unzipped her belt and pulled down her trousers by the underpants. A stout phallus appeared; she crouched my hip close to my face with her hand on my head while signing as she tried to fit the swollen limb into my mouth.
- Come on, whore. Suck it up!
My husband was certainly watching nearby. I could not see him. For a moment, I thought of running away. But the sight of that vigorous limb with veins full of blood caused strange excitement. That obscene vision before my eyes awakened the debauchery which existed in me. When I realized it, I had already opened my mouth and let the glossy sting go into it.
I was sucking on a stranger's cane, just making sure that his teeth didn't get in the way... and he had both hands over my head and practically fucked my mouth.
He groaned louder and louder. The thing thickening inside his mouth. I laughed tongue and sky out of the mouth. Until he ejaculated. I tried desperately to pull him from me, prevented by the force with which his clenched hands held my head. The first jets hit the bottom of the throat. It was more gala that came out with its stick barking non-stop.
Suddenly he relaxed. I was able to limp and incontinent, spit out what I could. The taste of fuck is all that I felt. Even coughing trying to expel what was at the bottom. It didn't work. There was no way to avoid swallowing sperm disgust.
My husband was waiting for me outside the BWC, and you could tell he was excited with his volume coming out of his trouser leg.
- So what?
- Did you see that?
I even thought you were gonna give it to him!
- It was just a kiss, he paid me 50 bucks.
My husband took the money, put it in his pocket and surprisingly said:
- I'm crazy to fuck you, Leila. almost enjoyed watching your sucking face but it is still early we will stay a little longer ok?
In a few minutes, some crazy guy's gonna come in here and rape me.
Let's play a little more.
- What if I'm not good at it and I do a show with someone?
That's what whores are for, you're in the rain to get wet.
She had other approaches. Some trying to take a shell, others making offers and I always pushing everyone away with the excuse of waiting for someone. Walking back and forth, I noticed one gentleman who wouldn't take his eyes off me. Every woman knows when she is being desired. But strangely enough he did not come close.
This aroused my curiosity, so I decided to come closer. He was sitting on a bench and with his head pointed towards him; I sat in the front seat while he came up looking like someone who had just been resting and sat down beside him.
I would massage the potatoes on my legs that were really sore, disguising myself by lifting up my skirt to reveal even more of my inner thighs and crossing and uncrossing my legs knowing they had full visibility into my private parts.
From behind my eyes, I saw my husband whispering in the man's ear. There was me rubbing his legs, sometimes bending down to show off her breasts for cleavage. My husband said afterwards that it was a spectacle of exhibitionism and watched everything with total erection.
They kept talking about how nice I was. My husband said that if he had time, he would do a show with me. The innocent man says that he hoped to meet me another day because he didn't have much money. He could barely pay for the hotel room. My wife gave him an approval glance and walked away. I decided to approach him. I stood up and sat down next to the man asking:
- You want to do a cute little show?
- I want to, but it's not possible today.
- Uh, why not today?
How much do you charge?
- Eighty reals.
It's not going to work, you still have the hotel rate.
How much do you have?
- Only seventy of them.
I looked to the right, where my husband was nodding his head in an affirmative way as if saying "go ahead".
I haven't done any shows today, so let me make an exception.
We walked to a nearby hotel. I was somewhat relieved when we reached the entrance and saw that my husband had followed us. We climbed up a dark staircase to a counter used as a reception desk. I've been in another of those hells, but this one seemed even uglier and dirtier.
The receptionist charged me thirty reais and gave me battered towels, mini soaps and condoms. Only then did my heart start beating faster. Until now it all seemed like a joke. Except this time it was going to happen for real: I was about to have sex with a strange man!
If I was already a little terrified, as soon as we entered the room, he grabbed me. He kissed my neck with his eager hands strolling libidinously over my body. Taken by surprise, I tried to react and ended up thrown onto the bed with him on top of it, heavy upon me.
- Whoa, whoa.
I don't know what the whores do in that situation. I pushed away his tantrums as best I could. He got up and hurried off to take off his clothes. I lay terrified, not knowing what to do. Totally naked, he came to undress me. Before tearing at my scandalous dress, I took it off myself.
As I tucked my clothes into a corner, I was grabbed from behind and felt the hard thing poking at the hollow of her buttocks... the different footprint of my husband's male in haste to possess the female... penetrating my flesh consuming intercourse.
In front of him, I started to cap the rigid and pulsating mast. I was worried about putting it right so as not to get in trouble. I didn't know anything about this man. Worse than a pregnancy would be diseases he could catch.
She made me lie on my back and came with the hip between her legs, resting its tip in the vulva. I closed my legs instinctively trying to avoid it. Years of marriage conditioned me to let myself be possessed by my husband alone. He got into the middle of my thighs like this without any preliminary preparation.
- Whoa, whoa.
For the first time in my life, I was fucked like an animal. My loud moans to the rhythm of strong blows burning sensation of violent sex indifferent to my pleas and protests
I must have struggled a little. If the life of whores is really like that, this easy life has nothing to do with it. Resignedly loosened up. It hadn't been as I imagined. My body being used and abused. Like an inflatable doll swaying to its wearer's taste.
It made me stand on all fours, pushing in from behind. With the same vigor. The balls of the bag hitting my advantageous ass. It was frightening to see that it was getting tasty! That's right. I felt pleasure !
With my hand I began to manipulate the grill, and felt an orgasm coming on.
Ahhh, hot bitch, I'm going to have fun!
I continued frantically masturbating. At this he pushed deep, stopping abruptly. His hands clenched on my waist, pulling my hips to the full fit. Only speech kept pulsing inside me. Her body softened up. In exasperation I yelled:
- Don't stop, keep going!
Fortunately, he began to move his hips again slowly and then the orgasm came in full force. My whole body trembled as my vagina filled up with flashing lights
I let myself fall like this, on my stomach in the bed with him thrown over me. So we stayed until his stick softened, coming out little by little. He recovering slowly from ejaculation, kissed my back saying:
You're so hot, I want more and more!
He went to the bathroom with a condom full of swinging sperm.
- What's your name?
- Leila and you?
Can I have your phone number?
He said I was married and he'd better give me his. While getting dressed, I marked his number on my phone. I didn't even want to take a shower in that shithole. I let him kiss my face and ran away. Outside, my husband waited for me. We walked up to the Station of Light, where in the bathroom I took off all my whore clothes and pretended to be a respectable, married housewife.
On the way home, I told how it had been. I went crazy to take a bath but as soon as we got in my husband grabbed me and dragged me into his room even though he said that I was sweaty because I felt dirty and wanted to have a shower so he undressed me by dropping her mouth on freshly used toilet paper
Dude, I had to put up with one more pervert possessing me in an animalistic way this adventure has yielded horny trances i've told the story many times and always my husband wants to hear details while we make love is it like that for other liberal couples?
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