Satisfying my friend's husband

Hey, you fuckers. Another royal tale that occurred to me mid-last month. My name is Rafael, 26 years old, thin, dark and tall (don't confuse with the other story writer who has similar characteristics) I met Marcela at the time of cursinho, around 2015, at the time it was not yet assumed. We became great friends, but over the years, Marcela met David, with whom she dated a few years, had a son and went to live together. At the time I didn't like David because he was messing with some light drugs and being a broken way. I was the right guy, I didn't mess with anything wrong. David is my age, about 5'7", white, short hair, strong body but not knitted. My friendship with Marcela was decreasing, but it wasn't over, we always spoke by message, but I hadn't seen her in over two years. In early February I was invited to a birthday dinner, something reserved among friends. Marcela also attended with her son and husband, since the birthday boy was our mutual friend. We missed each other, talked a lot, drank. At one point, I asked her how life was, if she was working. She then said no and that she was going to tell a secret. She said she was dating an old man who was playing her, and she told her husband that her parents were the ones who were from another state. I was shocked by that information. I asked if David did not suspect. She said no, that he was a hottie and a lovebird for her, even though she stayed up to three weeks without giving it to him. David should certainly get ready without her knowing, after all, what married man is just going to be jerking off waiting for his wife's goodwill to give him? I thought but I didn't tell her. Dinner continued, I became acquainted with the other guests, until Davi approached. - Is there a beer in there? At the party each took his drink, I ended up taking a lot but drinking little, so I warned everyone, that if they wanted, they could take it from mine. - It's okay. Yes, there is. I opened the thermal box and gave him a can. He kept there, drank a little and started making conversation. David was wearing a light polo shirt, t-shirts, t-shirts, t-shirts, and a shoe. He looked like a playboy. You lost your way as a rascal, it was a treat. If he still had the naughty style, it wouldn't make any difference since now that style attracts me. We talked for several minutes about various matters. At one point I asked if he still had weed to sell (since now I used it or other) He said he'd stopped, but he still had it at home for consumption. - Glue in the house any time, we'll smoke and have one. I'll have Marcela make dinner. - Relax, I'll bring the beer. Dinner's over, we say good-bye, Marcela and David have remade the invitation for me to go to their house and once again I said I would, but without dates. It's been a week, I was exchanging ideas with a boy who wanted to eat me and coincidentally lived near Marcela's house. I went to the boy's house, we stayed, I gave him, (it was a good fuck) we had a beer... That was about 5:00 in the afternoon. I left the boy's house, as I was already there, thought I'd pay him a visit without telling him. I went to a grocery store, bought a beer box and went. When I got there, I called a few times but no one showed up. I was about to leave when I saw a movement. David appeared shirtless, only with samba song and soon noticed that there was a good volume there, but I disguised it. David didn't say he was coming. Marcela's not even there. - Really? It's just that I was around, so I didn't have to come to these parts again, so I decided to stop by. - What? No problem, come on in, I'm alone. - I brought the beer as promised. - I gave him the box. - What? That's cold, I'll drink right now. We went into the house, went into the kitchen. David has already taken tin days and kept the rest so that we can drink slowly. - Where's Marcela? - It's okay. She left early with our son, went to help her aunt with some things, and she's already sleeping there. - I answered, although I knew that Marcela was probably with the old man and not at his aunt's house didn't tell David. David prepared some snacks for us to eat while he was drinking, and he would exchange some ideas. Time went by, and we emptied the beer box. Him drinking more than me, of course. - What? What were you doing in these parts? - I went to give it to a guy nearby. I was really direct, after all, everyone close to me knows that I'm gay and I'm quite ready. - Hm, bastard. That's a lot, isn't it? He asked. By then, Davi was already on the sixth or seventh can. I told him, knowing that my friend was barely giving him any money. David laughed. - It's okay. I'm fine, Marcela's fire is out, or else she's burning another man's firewood. He laughed again and became another can. - Is it? So you're dry? - Worse than I am, just jerking off and once in a while, but shut up, you're not gonna blow Marcela's face. - Relax, I won't burn you. I get nothing out of it. We stayed for a brief moment in silence, while I was answering some messages on the phone. Have you talked to another male there to put out his fire? - What? Almost, but the guy's away. He wanted something closer. He laughed and drank some more. - It's okay. In the horny way, I'd go to another state to fuck. - I really got your boner. It was getting me hard. - I talked and laughed. - Nothing, it was still soft, hard doesn't fit in his underwear. - It's okay. Is it that big? Maybe that's why Marcela won't give it to you. - What? The boy here is big, thick and big, but Marcela does. Only in the ass she can't stand. The conversation was taking a very intimate and interesting course. - What? That's why married people come to me, here I can take it without complaining. - It's okay. - David asked. - You want to rule it out? - Don't say that. You're my wife's friend. - It's okay. She doesn't need to know. - It's okay. I don't know, bro. - Come on, enjoy that I'm here, I'm horny and so are you. In this gore I got up and went near him, he remained seated, accompanying me with the look. I stopped in front of her, I pulled the beer out of her hand, and I ran my hand through his chest, down to the samba song. The underpants looked like a tent, the pyroca pointed up, stretching out the fine tissue without resistance. I squeezed his dick over the fabric, it wasn't as thick as he said, but it was pretty big, it was about 20 inches. I took his dick out, it was really straight and a pink head, it was drooling. It immediately falls into his dick, which soon began to groan and force my head on his dick. I swallowed all that shit, he held my head, making me choke. When I took my dick out of my mouth, it was watering. David asked. - Okay. You treat me like a little bitch, you do to me what you don't do to your wife. David hit me with a stick. - It's okay. I'm gonna kick your ass, you're gonna come home with your toughest ass, you're gonna want to come back for more. - What? Don't waste time then, fuck my ass, Go on. Finish him. You didn't think twice about it, and you stood me up, stood me up on the table, you were gonna eat me right there. David spat on the dickhead and positioned it in my ass. He was pushing slowly. The stick entered without much effort, since I had given it little time before. He just stopped pushing his dick when the balls touched my ass. From then on, it was a frenzied go and come, davi ate me with will while cussing me in the ear, he kissed my neck and hung me, and I always asked him to punch me harder, although it was hurting a bit since he was punching me deep and his dick was long. We stopped having sex in the kitchen and went to the bedroom. I barely got chicken and he already punched everything inside me. Fucked me up real bad, I could tell he had a lot of hard-on. My legs were already shaking. I couldn't stand it, and I dropped milk jets on my belly. David saw it, laughed and kept eating me hard. After almost 20 minutes of eating, davi said he was coming. I felt the burrows even deeper and the milk jets inside me. We stood for about a minute, with him inside me, trying to catch his breath. He took his dick off and the shit went down, it was too much milk. After that, we took a bath together, I gave him a boob in the shower again. We finished drinking all the beer, helped him clean up the traces of our prank and went home. Before I left, Davi invited me to visit again, but when Marcela was not there, of course. If you have enjoyed my tale, leave your vote and comment for me to write other adventures. Text me, I'll text everyone. Bjs and a good joke.