Hidden Desires

I believe that the practice of anal sex is one of the fetishes most cultivated by men in general, and there are those who after the first time become so hallucinated that they start wanting forever, while there are others for whom the practice is a posed enigma that they have never had the opportunity to enjoy it; among married men this fetish gains alarming contours, either by the possibility of doing it with the wife turning his practice into a kind of trophy to be shared with friends for the weekend or even in the beers poured in the favorite boat right after work, or because there is a secret intention to practice it in relations outside of marriage. Against this background I recall the case of a friend of mine named Gérson who always showed himself a good husband by exercising a fidelity worthy of praise and sharing with his wife in the marital bed a sex that was always wild and immoderate; since always the couple did not miss an opportunity to enjoy a good fuck; in this scenario curious scenes unfolded in all the environments of the small attic where they lived. One early morning, Gérson woke up startled by groping the bed and feeling it empty; missing his wife Mariana he went looking for her by combing all the rooms of the residence. Finally he found her in the laundry room at the back of the house; leaning against the doorway he enjoyed that ethereal sight; with the moonlight casting its diaphanous light over the place revealed the disturbing silhouette of the female's body under the very fine fabric of the short sweater and every time she leaned over the washing machine emerged a small and mind-boggling sample of her bulging buttocks. Mariana let out a long sigh as she felt her husband's body clinging to her restless rolling with the rubbing of the pike on her flesh; she wasted no time in leaning a little more opening her legs in a clear offering of the female to the male. As soon as he rubbed his glans on Mariana's vulva, Gerson felt her inviting warmth and moisture; guiding the pistol he caused a slow and deep penetration until he made his tool be swallowed by the thirsty cave to the sound of his wife's emphatic moans; then they began a slow and cadenced copulation which soon resulted in orgasms erupting in the female who gnawed her body eager for her husband to maintain the rhythm and also the depth of her kicks; he held the wife's tired breasts squeezing them with enormous excitement pinching the nipples and biting the neck and the earlobe of Mariana whose reaction arose in even more impetuous and hysterical groans celebrating each new orgasm provoked by her husband's impetuous orgasm. Acting like an indomitable stallion, time after time, Gérson pushed his wife to bend a little more allowing him to hit with force and depth reaching to vigorously shake Mariana's body at the same time as it provoked as a result a more intense enjoyment that made the female moan without stopping; he repeated that movement alternating with moments in which he kept her in the original position slowing down the speed of his kicks; the sweat was already flowing through the temples of the male who was already giving signs of cooling down being forced to announce to his wife that his orgasm was near. <unk>Ahnnn! Joy inside ..., Afff! Fill me with your male milk!<unk>, Mariana murmured in a breathless and broken voice. "Argh, let me make fun of your little mouth, you bitch!" he retorted, slowing down his movements, longing for his wife's acceptance. But I'm not going to swallow, you see? Immediately, Gérson pulled the licked tool out of Mariana's cave, which in turn turned face-on towards the male, kneeling down and clasping its glans between its lips while applying a vigorous punch to the pistol whose rigidity pulsated insolently; it did not take much effort for Gérson to reach its apex, feeling his muscles tighten, followed by involuntary spasms. And it was in this climate that he ejaculated profusely flooding his wife's mouth with a good load of hot, thick semen; Mariana held firm holding the load to the last drop and releasing the slowly softening cock; she exhibited the whitish liquid retained in her mouth and then soon got up running to spit in the sink of the sink that was next to the laundry room. As soon as she returned, Gerson held her by the waist rubbing his lips against hers in a last voluptuous tongue kiss. With that masterful termination the husband remained beside his wife until she finished her night's chore so that together they could return to the conjugal bed. The day had barely begun, and Gerson had already risen ready for another day's hard work; he had made coffee and left the coffeemaker on so Mariana could taste it when she woke up. Entering the room to pick up her coat, he came upon a magnificent sight of his wife lying on her side on the bed with her shirt pulled up showing her succulent and exuberant behind; although at first he tried to restrain the heat that surfaced within his trousers, he was quick to surrender such was the eloquent beauty of that back-roll of fleshy and firm buttocks; at that moment Mariana moved flexing her left leg, widening her view at the same time as she left her bosom uncovered. Gérson approached the bed with the air of a madman on duty, sitting on the edge and caressing the buttocks, exploiting his soft, velvety warmth; he made many caresses on his wife's buttocks, reaching down to not until his fingers reached the vulva that he found warm and slightly moist; with the lasciviousness taking over the environment, the husband could not resist opening his buttocks, burying his face in the river and starting a succession of annoying tongues throughout the region, paying special attention to the little crevice that blinked at the correct contact of his abused tongue; his gesture did not take long to produce the desired effects with Mariana sobbing and looking for a position that would facilitate the task of her husband who did not miss the opportunity to finger the little bucket that was already crying with tears. The couple indulged in the lustful moment and Mariana continued to groan non-stop with her body trembling at the taste of the orgasms that followed each other without respite; at one point, Gérson felt that his erection was at its peak with the pistol pulsed painfully demanding his release; immediately he stood up tearing off his clothes with daggered gestures; he then sat down on Mariana and after salivating on the member reopened his juicy buttocks by depositing the tool between them making them joined allowing the start of a hallucinatory rubbing. Mariana no longer had any control over her reactions delighting herself with the gesture of her male at that given moment holding his pistol preparing for anal penetration. -No, no, no! - shouted Mariana, struggling to stop Gerson from completing his intention. - No, no, no, no! The quick reaction of his wife took Gérson by storm, and he was obliged to cool his desire, which was seized by a muted frustration. Defeated, and feeling his impetuosity cool and wither, he rose, picked up his clothes, and left the room without looking back. Later, already in the office behind his desk, the subject was embittered by the sadness of his unfulfilled desire that morning, and at lunchtime was questioned by Irene, a co-worker with whom he had always had a certain intimacy, who wanted to know the reason for his bad mood. "There's a woman who doesn't like to give a rat's ass", said Irene after Gérson told her what happened that morning. -Yes, my friend..., that's no good! <unk> he grumbled while sipping lunch coffee <unk> I can't convince her to at least try! ..., I don't know what to do! Shit! What the fuck! "Calm down, partner!" replied Irene with a firm expression. "I think you have a way!" "What manner is that?" asked Gerson without hiding his anxiety. -She needs to see what it's like ..., you know ..., to see someone giving the ass with taste! <unk> she explained with an emphatic tone <unk> if she sees and realizes that it's good ..., who knows ... - Mariana? Do I see a rabid one? She's crazy! She gives me the accounts and kicks me out of the house! <unk> he retorted in an irritated tone. -If you want, I can help you ... of course! <unk> my friend insisted again <unk> invite me to dinner at your house and leave the rest with me ..., Mariana knows me and everything will be fine! If it works out you don't even have to worry ..., then, right? Gérson asked for some time to think and returned home that night grumbling about his friend's proposal and hesitating to accept it; however, fate tried to give a little push to the situation; after dinner of a pleasant conversation with Mariana, the subject retreated to the room to sleep and what was not his surprise when his wife ran to the bathroom took a shower and returned naked to the room. <unk>Afff, what heat! Today I will sleep naked ..., and you behave, you see?<unk>, announced to her in a serious tone. The husband saw no alternative but to nod his head understanding the message. Mariana lay on his back beside her husband displaying that greedy look and did not take long to fall asleep; annoyed with what he thought was an affront, Gérson took Irene's mobile phone and sent a message to say that he accepted her proposal. And Irene's plan was set in motion; already at the first dinner at the friend's house she was accompanied by Norberto, a black full-bodied head of the transport sector of the firm where everyone worked and who drew attention by his physical size fruit of many hours of bodybuilding; it was up to Irene to break the ice by tormenting Mariana, even with the right to leave her of pilequinho which showed a great result. The dinners continued, always with Irene exchanging confidences with Mariana who gradually was opening up to her friend. <unk> Piece, prepare that this weekend the bug will catch!<unk>, Irene wrote suggesting that the next meeting was on Saturday to which Gérsones came here without even knowing the reason. On Saturday night, Irene showed up wearing a wide-brimmed dress with thin sleeves and striped shoes, with Norberto wearing a soft-weave bermuda and a regatta shirt; everyone enjoyed the meal sprinkled with red wine, and then, with everyone seated on the living room sofa, the guest gave the first shout. "And then, friend?" she asked, stroking Mariana's thigh, who was wearing very tight shorts and a knitted top. "What's that, woman? You're crazy!" said Mariana without hiding a wicked chuckle. "Don't act like you don't understand, you little bitch!" retorted Irene as she stood up to loosen the straps of her dress and put herself naked in front of everyone. "I came as we agreed!" Gerson did not hide his astonishment at seeing his friend's attitude and more so with the sappery expression stamped on his wife's face. "Beton, come here I'll show you what's good for our friends!" demanded she as she sat down; Norberto who seemed to know of the spear rose up approaching Irene who wasted no time in pulling down the Bermuda shorts of the subject exposing his respectful pincer. "Look at that, my friend! A black gunslinger like that is nowhere to be found!" commented Irene, taking the tool in one of her hands with a slow fist. Without ceremony, Irene took the blow job in her mouth, initiating a blowjob that made the subject grunt with a hard-on. Gérson watched the look of his wife who did not hide the excitement that took over his body and mind and who did not take long to go from mere observation to action. Mariana took off her clothes demanding that her husband do the same and in a few minutes the couples were engaged in mind-blowing oral sex. With Gérson and Norberto seated on the couch they enjoyed their partners kneeling between their legs sucking eloquently, their pistols rigid. Irene took the lead once again climbing backwards over the partner rubbing his butt on the face of the subject who did not lose time and licking Irene's burning mouthpiece who soon experienced a good joke. Mariana did not make herself begged by taking the same position demanding that her husband enjoy her hot grate and licked. The jokes followed each other in a spiral of delirious lust that took over the environment. "Ahnnn! Concrete! Concrete! Come and get me, come!" cried Irene in a hoarse tone as she got on all fours on the floor in front of the sofa. "Fill my ass with that sweet beak! At that moment Gérson and Mariana stopped everything they were doing and began to enjoy the spectacle that was about to take place. Norberto took a stand after salivating over the gutter began to brush the area with his huge glans causing Irene to let out hysterical and anxious screams; already at the first blow the subject put the rosary inside the crucifix that was mercilessly broken; then he was burying the tool to the sound of Irene's insane groans and soon afterwards began a succession of vigorous and deep kicks. <unk>Look, friend! Look! Did you see how good it is to be enraged? Argh! Afff! That, Betão Fode! My ass! Ahhh! <unk>, Irene babbled as Norber stamped her seal with increasingly intense anal punches. Gérson watched the wife's face in exasperation and made no effort to propose the same expression of anger. Everything came to an end when Norberto grunted roughly, projecting a final blow that culminated in a flood of fun soaking the partner's braised broth. The couples remained motionless with Irene panting and sweating and Norberto landed on the couch; after some time Irene dressed herself dispatching Norberto to do the same. It was a quick and laconic farewell not without before Irene whispered something in her friend's ear that did not contain a hysterical laugh. Gérson and Mariana remained naked on the living room couch and it was up to her to break the silence after all that had happened. "Our! This your friend, huh?" Mariana commented, avoiding staring at her husband's face. "I think there's only one way to find out, but you've never wanted to try", the husband replied. "Only if you behave yourself!" "If it hurts, I'll ask you to stop, okay?" she retorted emphatically. "First of all, let's take a shower!" Under the refreshing shower, Gérson and Mariana began some foreplay between lustful kisses, sucking on the female's nipples, and a few fingers on her nipple; the excitement grew with enthusiasm until she stood on her back, resting her hands on the tile wall, slightly opening her legs, and pushing her butt so hard that she giggled provocatively. "Come on, you ass-eating freak, shove that dick up your bitch's ass!" he said in an insinuating tone. Taking all the necessary care, Gérson set off for the first attack, brushing several times with the rosary until the first attack was followed by others, culminating in the lace of the hole receiving the glans inside; Mariana let out a shrill scream that made Gérson stop the advance, remaining firm without retreating. "Oh, my love, it hurts! It's hot, it's tasty!" said Mariana in a hushed voice. "It's madness! It's madness! It's madness!" said Mariana. With the wife's signal, Gérson continued with the penetration by inserting the pirouette centimeter by centimeter, always with small intervals so that Mariana could get used to the brute invader lacing his still untouched seal; finally the husband completed his task by remaining motionless with the pistol buried in the kitchen of the mistress. After a few necessary minutes, Gérson began to stock up with slow and deep movements listening to the lamentations of his wife who still encouraged him to continue fucking his little seat. After many screams and lamentations, Mariana began to groan with desire, feeling that the pain gave way to a hallucinatory feeling of pleasure that drove her mad. "Argh! Arrr! Uhhh! That! That! Oh, how hot! Fuck your little whore's ass! Fuck hard! Ahhh!" babbled Mariana, tickling her butt and causing her husband to intensify his kicks, which he did with reckless and delirious voluptuousness. The fuck followed a more intense course with Gérson already holding Mariana by the waist, mercilessly hitting her, sinking in the fullness and sacrificing his tool of anal sex, and sighing and whimpering under his wife's breath; he finally realized his desire to fulfill his wife's pleasure by not falling into the rain. In the quest to provide Mariana with everything she deserved, the husband took one of his hands up to his wife's warm, moist grout by applying a vigorous siren that required very little effort to make the female begin to enjoy a sequence of orgasms that made her scream with pleasure feeling her body tremble; Gérson took more hallucinatory movements reaching to shake his wife's body since he had no more control over himself almost on the verge of fainting, but still willing to surrender to the sweet sacrifice of his impalement. And such was the ecstasy to which he was subjected that Gérson had no time to warn his wife when his joy overtook her in profuse jets flooding Mariana's bowels that as she felt filled by the milk of her male she did not contain screams and more screams of pleasure experiencing an unprecedented sensory amalgam; at the end of it all Gérson remained engaged to the female who in turn struggled to contract the sphincter provoking a delicious feeling of dominance in her husband. A little later they fainted and finished the bath going to the bedroom where they fell asleep heavily on the bed hugged and happy. The days that followed were the happiest for the couple who upon discovering the pleasure provided by a good anal fuck did not hesitate to make the practice habitual, with Mariana feeling more free from psychological ties that prevented her from enjoying all the pleasures that sex could bring her; one day she confided to her husband that Irene had been responsible for giving the extra incentive that made her create the courage to give herself away and that she felt grateful for this by suggesting a celebratory dinner suggestion accepted by her husband. One Saturday after a delicious meal and a good wine Irene who had come unaccompanied and was quite euphoric asked to watch the anal bonding of the couple that even with some reservations ended up accepting the proposal. They went to the room where they took off their clothes with Irene posing as a passive spectator for a while until she decided to take the initiative by putting herself under Mariana taking the opportunity to lick the mouthpiece of her friend whose shrill screams were the greatest proof of the pleasure she enjoyed at that moment with her husband enrapturing her and her friend tasting her vulva. And from that day Marina and Gérson did not miss the opportunity to invite her friend to a threesome that sometimes received the presence of Norberto who enjoyed her friend breaking her saddle and making fun of her without stopping. The marriage of Mariana and Gérson gained new contours in a relationship of complicity and unrestricted surrender, it being increasingly common for the husband to come home after a day of work and find his wife naked beating a syringe begging to receive him inside her. Mariana's happiness was only comparable to that experienced by the husband who did not tire of thanking Irene for the help she had received and who saw no alternative when she asked to be enraptured in the rage without Mariana's knowledge, which materialized in an afternoon enjoyed afterwards in a motel. Marias Irene received a message from Diana with Gérbara attached to it ... the caption: "Thank you very much for leaving me with your dream husband the next day!"