If only my husband knew!

By adventure.ctba Hello dear readers, my name is Cristina. I'm 26 years old, light brown, green eyes, 1.65 meters tall, 58 kilograms, dark brown hair just below the shoulders. My breasts are medium and still firm. My butt always tried to keep it hard because men must like me a lot of compliments. My husband says that he loves my ass which is his favorite part of my body. He gets jealous when we walk and men turn their necks to dry my buttocks so when we go for walks I avoid wearing clothes too tightly glued on our bodies in order not to attract attention. I come from a very religious family where my parents taught me that fidelity, respect and love are essential factors in maintaining harmonious relationships between couples, and they took great pride in passing these values on to their children. I've never given my husband a reason to be jealous of me, because I love him very much and we are so happy in our marriage. Never thought about cheating on him for he completes me in every way. He is not super gifted his penis measures 16 cm but it's quite thick, and at sex time leaves me with the soft body of such fun. The fact that I am about to relate is true and happened not long ago. As much as I try to put the blame on whoever set this whole thing up, in a way it makes me feel guilty too because if I really wanted to I could have prevented that but putting together the fact of being there and the occasion and the dark room and how it happened was something far stronger than myself at the time. We have many friends, but there are always those who are special and among them is Carlos and Angela. My husband and I are godparents of their little girl so we're always together whether it be on weekends or extended holidays. On vacation at least a week we spend together either in the beach or in a cottage that they have in Curitiba metropolitan area Unlike me and my husband, Angela and Carlos are a very liberal couple. I've gotten chills just listening to her talk about all the crazy things that she and Carlos have done. I don't think Carlos has ever commented with my husband because jealous as he is, surely had already figured out a way for people to distance themselves from them even though they treat us respectfully we really like brothers Sometimes I had noticed that Carlos paid special attention to me away from my husband. Also, several times he caught his eye on my legs, ass and breasts when wearing a more daring neckline, so whenever we were with them I always policed myself as much as possible in order not to give chance to bad luck and avoid talking of my husband . Despite loving my husband, in my fantasies I'd already slept with Carlos where he would eat me all the way up to my cousin and then wake up feeling guilty and completely flooded. Actually Carlos is a very interesting man, handsome, extroverted and also quite likeable of course I never let them know my secret desire it was an intimate thing only mine but in the nights when i dreamed with carlos and my husband would look for me in the morning our naps were much better even knowing that he will feel pain released my ass to him. We took a vacation in November and as usual, we arranged to stay ten days at the cottage. My husband Carlos and I with Angela and the children went on Sundays. On Wednesday we received three more couples and three more single friends. They would come back next Sunday because they had to work Monday. The lull was over, barbecue and drinks rolled all day long and went late into the night. It was a Thursday when my husband got the call that he needed to be here urgently because of some legal problems in his firm, as he is an attorney. - It's the bones of the trade. I was determined to go with him, but he somehow convinced me to stay and help Angela because once the problems were solved she would return home. The staff had arranged to go into town at night for pizza and wine, as the purchases we made were almost all gone, especially beverages and meats. We ate pizza and drank wine late into the night. I think because my husband wasn't there, I had a little too much wine and I confess that it was quite cheerful and laughed at everything. I thought to myself: men are not good at all, you just have to see a woman alone making soup and wanting to take off her coat. Even as an unmarried man, I could tell that Carlos and the other single guys didn't waste any chance of giving me a little shake when they passed by. Without others noticing, they always found some way to put their sticks on my legs or in my butt because every now and then something hard poked me. I did not react, pretended not to understand, but from the volume I saw in their berms I was wondering how big each one would be. Wow! If my husband were with me and suspected something, he would surely give the biggest rebuke. We'd go back to the cottage, get together in the parlour and drink some more of that wine the men had brought from town. And we would tell jokes and laugh until late at night when it was already dawn before we went to sleep. We put the couples in their rooms, and we three bachelors set up mattresses for them to sleep on. I stayed there with Carlos and Angela. As I was getting ready to go to bed, I realized that I had really over-drunk that night because I wore my nightshirt and couldn't even turn off the light from a lamp shade; it would have made my husband very angry if he saw me like this. Then everyone passed out, including myself who sleeps easily and usually takes too long to fall asleep. In my dream, I was floating on the bed when I heard a door slam open and someone walked slowly to meet me. This person stood there admiring my half-naked body stretched out in bed. I felt his gasping breath at the back of my neck and his heart pounding off course as an enormous hand with huge fingers slipped down my legs from my ankles up to my groin bringing along the fabric of my sweater, leaving my waist down concealed only by tiny underpants that barely covered my little butt and puddle. The breath behind me was more panting, now that hand smoothed my little bundle and by continuous movements with the other slowly masturbated. My golden hair indicated to whoever was in the room with me that I was loving it all. I sat on clouds and so as not to frighten my night visitor I didn't move and remained motionless without giving a wake-up call. And then I felt my underpants slide down my legs, stripping me naked from the waist down. Then that hand lovingly opened up my little legs until I could feel a tongue walking through my pocket and reaching for my grill where it would stop for a while, wriggle its way back into my asshole and try to get in there, play some more games over there and then come right back out of my pockets and feel her deep inside. After ringing in the depths of my bowels that tongue comes out from inside me and gives way to a wet mouth, gulp sucking my little bucket sipping all my fluids which were too much because I had just enjoyed very tasty not being able to avoid a stronger sigh. Realizing that I was enjoying myself, my more confident visitor decided to venture a little further and stuck his long fingers inside of my nightgown and started fucking me until it gave me chills all over the place and making crazy jokes by wetting hands with whoever was in this dark room. When I fell into reality, I made a sudden movement and tried to jump out of bed but before I could see who was there with me this someone turned off the light from the lampshade and covered my eyes when he took his hand away it was so dark inside the room that you couldn't see anything around me. I tried to unclench myself, but the man with me made sure that he would not leave my room without first fucking me in every way; for even when frightened his dick was still as hard as a rock. He took care of taking my hand up to his stick and checking it out, and by its size and thickness I could see that it wasn't just any stick. If I really wanted to, I could've avoided that "pseudo-rape", but after having been mocked so many times the hard drive spoke louder than reason, so I decided to let it happen because I was also liking how things were going and being fucked by a giant stick from an unknown person was part of one of my fantasies. Of course I didn't have the courage to do it, but destiny sometimes throws us some surprises that we never thought would happen one day and an opportunity like this could never be repeated. So I decided to step out of my shell once and for all Gradually my visitor was loosening his hand from my mouth and as I remained silent, he laid down on the side and forced my head against his dick. After having reluctantly a little gave up and went crawling until picking up that mast and trying to open that hood. My hands did not close around this stick because I used to suck my husband's cock which was so thick like it had no great difficulty what attracted me most of all was its size, which was much bigger than that of my husband. After sucking that mast until my mouth cramped, I lay on the shore and now it was my visitor who came down to my little bucket and would blow me hallucinatingly making fun of me several times in his mouth. I used to shudder when his tongue would try and penetrate my asshole, sure he was preparing me for sticking that chest in my little hole. My fear was if I could wrap it all up inside of my arse. After making another joke in the mouth of one who was driving me crazy, I felt him settle between my legs. To make it easier, I opened them wide and bent my knees so that he could fit better into mine. Having made fun of several times in the mouth of my anonymous my little butt did not offer much resistance, but that chest was entering just making the poor girl reach its maximum degree of elasticity, I could see that besides being larger it was also a bit thicker than my husband's dick. I was controlling with my hands that stick opening passage through my bowels reaching places never before reached by the cock of my husband, because until now he had been the only man who had eaten me. When this chest began to force my uterus I became a bit apprehensive, but that man knew how to fuck a woman and even without knowing who it was, I trusted him till I felt his bag close to my little bundle. Gradually that man began to pull out and put his dick back into my little kiss, on the third or fourth pump I couldn't stand it and made fun of this chest jammed in my small kiss. The fluid coming up from my vaginal cavity lubricated even more allowing that pocket go inside and outside in continuous movements making my whole body shake when he was mocking me. Worse is that I could not shout although my desire was to make the biggest scandal within that room. The rhythm of the punches now was intense I'd like to see my mouthful swallowing that mast inside it, but only stayed in my imagination suddenly feel this stick growing even more within me and felt several blows of fucking flooding my nose. The man I was with had such a hard-on that his dick didn't even fully soften because it soon became hard again. At no time did he stop caressing my body, I felt as his mouth sought out my breasts and sucked with eagerness. Sometimes he would lightly bite the nipples of my little titties leaving them totally hard. I corresponded to his fondling by smoothing his slow cock simulating a fistful. We stayed in this dungeon until he turned me sideways, put his hands on my waist and pulled me out leaving four for him, then brushed his dick again into my little mouthpiece and jammed it once inside of me. I gave a moan half-muffled by the pillow and again he fucked my small nose at an insane pace, sometimes trying to control his impulses so as not to make too much noise when our bodies met. After a while of fucking my little pussy, he'd salivate his finger and stick it up my ass. Soon I had three fingers jammed in my butt. Intimately I knew that he wouldn't leave my room without first breaking through my hole so I cooperated by bouncing around trying to get all his thorax into my pocket because I never enjoyed myself this much in one night. I confess that I was apprehensive when I felt his cock forcing the entrance of my asshole, wanted to say something and he covered my mouth thinking it would shout ... bobbin!!! Little by little he pushed and his dick was opening passage, took everything out and bounced again. Gradually my ass got completely filled up and I felt that chest in my stomach. His balls were hitting on my buttocks according to the rhythm of the strokes it led, I confess I was more at ease with him kicking my butt than on mine because when he stuck all his cock I could still throw my arse against him. He kept fucking my ass at a frenzied pace, I could hold that stick breaking me and did everything to control myself and not moan too loudly because someone might listen. So I held on as long as possible until I exploded in hallucinatory joy and had no way of avoiding an acute scream saying he was joking. Whoever was with me feeling my body trembling and trying to drown out my cries held tightly around my waist and jammed the deepest they can into my butt and again felt several blows of fuck flooding my intestines. When we had finished joking, I stretched out in bed and he fell on top of me for a while. He didn't tell me who he was nor did I ask him; it seemed better not to know who gave me such pleasure that night. As his dick softened up, little by little it came out from inside my cock leaving an enormous void within me. It was too much shit to come out through my tiny hole, I passed my hand over and realized the sheets were very wet and still dripping down my asshole. I noticed that he was looking for something to clean himself, so he found the underwear he wore on the bed and wiped it off after giving me a handshake. He put my panties all wet from our mockery in my mouth and left quickly even in the dark. He closed his bedroom door carefully not to make noise and wake up others who were sleeping in the room few meters away from where we were. It took time to turn on the light and see who had fucked me with such competence but at the moment didn't cross my mind better like this. After my diner went out, I waited a little bit and turned on the light. And I was worried about how big of a stain it had gotten onto that sheet; any woman who walked in there would know she'd done too much dirty work in that room, and they wouldn't have an explanation to give me coherently, so before anyone else woke up, As I was cleaning myself, assessing the damage that giant shit had done to my little holes and all skinned up in both butt and buttocks, I went into the laundry room with my legs spread open. Soon the people were getting up. While some prepared coffee others went to fish tanks. When Angela got up and saw me washing bed linen she came over where I was asking why I was doing laundry at that time. I apologized for having exaggerated in drink and night had vomited and soiled the sheet. She laughed and said it was a lack of man to keep company. If only she knew!! I prefer to be in doubt about who visited me that night. I suspect the boys and Carlos, but whoever it was knew how to disguise very well because even paying attention to my suspicions no one would reveal the author of this feat. I also pretended nothing had happened, but was super curious to find out who my anonymous lover was. On Sunday afternoon the people went back to their homes and in the evening my husband returned to his cottage and everything passed normally. I did not let them notice anything strange with me, acted as if nothing had happened. My husband will never know what happened to your little wife on the one time you left her sleeping alone. It is a secret that I'll keep seven keys for the rest of my life. Never repeat it. As long as I am with my husband I shall remain his faithful and devoted wife like always until that fateful night. Before I end, let me leave you with a question: - Consensual rape is treason? These small gestures give us writers the strength to continue telling our adventures and fantasies.