My ex wanted to be horn

I'm not going to wrap up or introduce myself you already know me and I'll go straight to the story that happened years ago and I'll call my ex-husband only as "my ex-husband". I'm 38 years old, my husband is 39 years old, I'm Morena, and I have something that men love, big ass, it draws attention, the last time I measured, I had more than 130 cm hips, because it is steep and large, so I look outrageous in any clothes I wear, in addition to my breasts which are also bulky. My ex-husband was a very struggling person, when I met him he was only 24 years old, but he was already a very promising person in the business in which he works. We met in college, a very diligent student, I always made up for the size of my ass, men are all fools, they can't stand to see an ass doing anything. When I met my ex-husband he already knew more or less who I was, he already knew about my "mina cavala" fame, I had some boyfriends, I was never shy, I was like a guy I used to go and hit on him, I always liked sex, I always liked to seduce men, to walk well-groomed, skinny, fair clothes, small panties and always marking. I love to wear those very fair leggings that even eat the ass, because it divides the ass and looks very sexy, or else, the basic dress, decent and half fair. My ex-husband already met me like that. But we both fell in love with each other, he is dark, I love blacks, but I married a black man, almost all my boyfriends were black, and I don't like small details, I have to please myself with being 18 cm above. When we first started dating, he was all over me with my clothes, my underwear, but he saw that there was no point in complaining, that's who I was, and I wasn't going to change. We dated and got married, but I was still jealous of my past, and we agreed that we would be honest with each other, even if the truth was unpleasant, so whenever an ex-boyfriend called me, I would talk to him, or even e-mail him, so much so that I gave my e-mail passwords to my ex-husband, because I didn't want him to suspect me. One day, I got a very pornographic e-mail, it was from an ex-boyfriend, who was obsessed with me or rather my ass, I dated this guy for about a year and then whenever we could go out, he was very good in bed. Here's a copy of the e-mail he sent: Good afternoon . Today I remembered you and I wanted to write to you, because when I remember the great times we spent together, I get excited and I have to pay tribute to you. I take a picture of you in your underwear or bikini and I hit a really nice one for this rabbi who once was mine. I saved all the photos we took together, it's a beautiful memory. I loved fucking this ass, throwing this mouth and watching you laugh like a slut. Do you remember how you came to my house dressed? I put my mattress on the floor, you of 4 and fucked you until you didn't want anymore, especially this ass of yours, do you remember when you sat this ass on my 23 cm penis and I wanted to fuck your slutty cunt, I loved you saying <unk> the tail of this bitch, this big prick, this big pussy, this big cunt, I never used to be scared, and I honestly deserve to be a porn star, and I still deserve to see your pictures, because I'm a porn star, and I still deserve to look at your pictures, and I honestly deserve to be a porn star. receiving messages from you, saying that I had a sore ass because I had taken a lot of pica, it was too much to take my pica and hit it in your face and call you a tramp, a whore, a piranha of various names that I know you loved, and then spit out your beautiful model face, cat you are complete, you don't know how sorry I am that I left you, the biggest shit of my life, if you want, you know where I live and you know my number too, a kiss, misses and wishes all the best for you, don't worry about the photos, they are well kept, I would never do or do anything to hurt you. <unk> I read this email, but I didn't delete it, and I was wondering if I should show it to my husband, because every time I lied to him, I always found out later, and I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't hide or lie to him about anything in my past. I didn't delete it, I left it in the inbox, three days later I decided I should show it, that is, if he hadn't already seen it, since he had my password. When he came home from work at night, I dressed especially, well whore the way he liked, well perfumed, with red lipstick, scandalous dress, he loved to come home and find me like this. After dinner, I called him next to the computer and said that I wanted to show something, but before I made him promise that he would not be angry with me, because it was part of our pact to always be honest with each other. I said that my ex had sent me an e-mail, very pornographic, if he wanted to read it, it was there, if he didn't I would delete it and that was it. But he said that he would like to read it and promised me that he wouldn't get angry and that when we fought he wouldn't throw it in my face, I went to the sofa and left him alone to read, then he called me and hugged me and felt his hard cock, and asked me if it was really true, if I had endured 23 cm of roll in my ass, he was covering my ass, and I turned my neck and said, do you think that a denier will give a nice softness like his wife ? He did all that even, it's all true, I realized that he got more excited, and said, as my wife is a slut, and he was still regulating this ass for me, and when I told my husband that it's true, we had been dating for 6 months. I was provoking him, so he says that I was denying the affair of the guy whose wife he was married to so much that he left me, I ended up exposing my ass, and I turned my neck and said, do you think a denier will give a nice softness like his wife? He did all that, it's all true, I realized that he got more excited, and I said that's why my husband was very excited. As the days passed he would ask if any ex had e-mailed me, or downloaded erotic videos and sent me and asked if I had ever done something like a porn actress, which was true I said yes and vice versa too, I did not lie. And usually it was always some actress doing anal sex, or videos of suruba, or receiving two men in a DP. Those DP I denied, which was true I had never done a DP, although he believed it. But he sent one with a woman sucking two cocks, and getting that fuck in his face, I said that I had already been through that situation, it was the same he doubted that I had never done a DP, it was true that I had already had sex with two men, but I had never done a DP, I do not know why I did it, it was the only time that two men could have rolled and not just put double penetration, while the other one ended up believing the lie, and I had reason to lie. And my husband got very excited when I told him these things, so he asked me to give him details of my sleepovers, he wanted to know everything, and I told him, it didn't take long, and he asked me if I would fuck another man with him seeing, I said no, I didn't want to have the promiscuous life that I had in the past. But he always brought it up, we always talked about it, and my answer was always the same, because I didn't think it was right, I thought it would end our marriage. But it only made him like to show me more, he loved it when he saw me scandalously going out on the street. His friends drooled for me. He loved it and he knew it. I mean, it implied more with my clothes, as opposed to me not wearing them. After 2 years of him insisting, I asked him if he really wanted to see me giving to another man, if he could bear to see me moaning, if he could bear to carry a horn, to see a guy putting in my very nice radish and me asking for more. Because having a fantasy is one thing, fulfilling the fantasy is another. His answer was: it's all I want more, I replied, so wait for you to take a horn, but don't complain, because I will go out with the person I want, and it will be as I want. The combination doesn't come out expensive. I've never seen anyone so eager to be a horn, and sometimes I wondered if that was even possible, but I put the crickets aside, and I started thinking about how I would do that. In the meantime, we had bought a piece of land, about two years ago, where we built a house, a swimming pool, not very sophisticated, but of extremely good taste, and for the last eight months we had hired a caretaker to take care of the site, I'll call him Antonio, he was a black man, but really black, he was Bahia, he was about 45 years old, he had no family, he was separated from his wife, and he was physically handsome, he is tall and strong, nothing from the academy, it was the hard work even from the rubber, saying that he always worked hard. And all of a sudden, I started looking at that man with different eyes. He wasn't handsome, but I was attracted to him because that male, rustic, fat and rude, had his hands full of calluses. I saw this as an opportunity to fulfill my husband's fantasy, and when my husband charged me, I told him he didn't lose anything by waiting, because he was going to get a horn. Whenever I went there, your Antonio respected us very much, his way was from the plantations to the house where he lived, the landlord's house is a little separate from ours. And I used to be very scandalous, even before I accepted my husband's fantasies, but I never talked to him much, it was always my husband who got everything right, but suddenly I started to change, I started to talk more with his Antonio and even cooked food for him. Well, I began to have desire for that baiano, even more than baiano has a reputation of diner, was a tasty negation, I looked at it with other eyes and since he was there on the site, I never saw traces of a woman there. One Saturday I had to go to the site alone, take supplies for your Antonio, at the request of my husband who could not go because of work. After my husband left for work, I took a bath I got dressed, put on a very fair dress, very scandalous, of those that is totally transparent, from the photo below, pink dental bracelet I took the car and followed the site that is 70 km from our house, your Antonio that I would walk alone, because I thought my husband had already called right, when I arrived, he opened the gate of the tavern I loved him and asked him to unload everything, he was talking to him in a different way. I have always been able to talk to his Antonio. I have always wanted to leave his shoes in front of me, but now I have to take a bath I got dressed up, I put on a nice dress, very scandalous, very scandalous, because my husband was wearing a pink dental bracelet I took a week I took the car and I followed the car and followed the place that is 70 km from our house, your Antonio that I knew I would walk alone, because my husband had already called right, I loved him, he opened the gate of the door of the tavern, and he was in another male, I asked him, but he was talking with him in his shoes, but he was a little man, but he was talking about it, but now I was sure that he was a little man, but he was always in front of course, but I wanted to do it, but I was very proud of it, but I was a little, I was very proud of it, because he was a little, I was a cousin of my husband, I was a cousin, and I was a cousin, and I was a cousin of my husband, and I was a cousin, and I was very proud of my husband, and I was a cousin, but he was a cousin, but he was a cousin On the way back, I went to my house on the site, and told his Antonio to discover the pool and get a beer to drink, because it was too hot. I was making up an excuse for him to see me in the pool, I never had this freedom with him before. I opened the house for the wind to enter, I went to the small wardrobe that we had in the room and chose a black bikini, delta wing model, (pictured below) that was completely buried in my ass, very scandalous. And as if by carelessness I brought the dress that I was wearing and panties and left on the table by the pool, fully visible. And I went into the pool from where I could see his Antonio in his kitchen, he had already discovered the pool and returned to his little house, I took a dip in the pool, and then I shouted to him to bring the beer. He came with a can in his hand, so I asked him if he didn't want to come with me, he kind of embarrassedly said he didn't feel like it, and I ordered him to go get another beer, put on a bermuda or a thong and come back. He went, it took about 20 minutes and he came back with a thong in his hand, but one thing was certain, the volume of the thong was what impressed me. I went out of the pool and just to show off too, and I told him to be at ease, because I was sure my husband wouldn't be mad to know that he kept me company. Meanwhile I put on a white, transparent skirt, which made me scandalous. Imagine a bundle in a black bikini and buried his breasts stubbornly coming out of the top of the bikini part. His shyness was noticeable, but little by little we started talking about some things about the site, I just agreed, because I wasn't interested in the subject at all. I could tell he was giving me some eye food, the beer was letting us loose, he was taking a dip and I was watching. I mean, I was crazy about being a whore to that black dude and a nice pair of horns on my husband. While he was taking a bath I went to make something to eat, some semi-prepared snacks that I had brought, I had been planning this for a long time so come prepared. We ate and drank more beer, he had already lost his shyness I even more, so much so that I stopped drinking, because I was already single, I took courage I laid down on the edge of the swimming pool and asked my husband Antonio to lift me up with that four-legged friend of mine I felt that my husband had lifted me up with that four-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine Antonio with that one-legged friend of mine I felt that one-legged friend of mine with that one-legged friend of mine with that one-legged friend of mine, that one-legged friend of mine When I got home, the horn was on the couch waiting for me. Little did he know that while he was working, he was carrying a horn. Then I'll tell you how I confessed to him about your Antonio.