Carla getting ready for the carnival

In the third story, I told how the pool cleaner and his entourage raped my wife's cousin. I thought that this violent non-consensual sex would inhibit Carla's betrayals by giving her a lesson she had done so much to deserve. However, her tara reappeared in carnival of that year (2010), when we decided to have fun at Cabo Frio together with Beto and Bia couple on their beach house (in the first story, i talked about Beto and Bias couple and how I found out that my wife was unfaithful when I saw her having intercourse with Bia brother <unk> Ricardo). She knew the danger of making her reunite with that lover from last year, and the possibility she might not be able to resist temptation again. Meanwhile, after episode three Carla was calmer, more at home even because I think she had gained five or eight kilos which wasn't a problem because after graduation parties she started an obsessive workout routine in gymnasium which ended up turning it into body giving envy with thicker thighs and an even meaty ass.
For those of you who haven't read my other three stories, let me describe them: Carla is 25 years old, the nymphet type, brunette (or almost mulatto), curly hair, not so pretty in face (just nice) but has a body like a cute little girl, short and small hard breasts and a very big butt, yet rigid and pointy, tempting. My name is Carlos (fictional); I am an attorney; 35 years, 1.70 meters tall, good looks, but no athletic physique. Since finding out that she was cheating on me, I started paying more attention to her behavior. I didn't want her to assume that I knew of his infidelity, so she would continue worrying about keeping up appearances even though I wouldn't have the strength to part with it.
We arrived at Beto's house on Friday afternoon. Cabo Frio was already crowded with tourists, a lot of excitement, many revellers in the street. Beto and Bia and his inseparable mother-in-law had been there for two weeks, waiting eagerly for us outside the house. As soon as I got here, I noticed Ricardo's absence but did not comment because I wanted to observe Carla's reaction. She seemed unconcerned. Only hours later when Carla wasn't around decided to ask if Ricardo would come. And so I stayed quiet all night, while we were enjoying the street carnival that took place only 500 meters from Beto's house. Nothing else bothered me, even though I could see the greed of the revellers who almost ate her with their eyes. She wore a white top and tiny bermuda jeans. It was too hot. To my pride, she remained indifferent to every man who lost his line around her.
The next day (Saturday), we woke up late because of the previous night's madness. So, we only went to the beach after lunch. Carla put on a bikini that showed her whole big and steep ass, which was even bigger due to gym exercises. We then went to Playa del Perro. It was crowded; there were people banging, women in bikinis sambaling etc. We stayed there all afternoon. At one point I fell asleep on the sand (because of beers, of course!). When I woke up, my wife had turned her back on the sea (and me too) and was looking at a crowd of trampolines about 30 meters away from us. An adrenaline rush ran through my stomach when I noticed that among all those people there was a man who couldn't take his eyes off her with an appearance similar to Ricardo: handsome, tall, around 1.90 m, shaggy body, dark complexion. But it wasn't him. Carla did not see that I had woken up. She took some money in her purse, got up and walked towards this group. She passed him in a provocative way and walked to the kiosk. He followed her 10 seconds later. Then they disappeared into the crowd. Not long after, Carla was back with a can of beer in hand. She saw me awake and came right away saying that she had gone to buy beer, and offered some for me. I asked about Beto and Bia. She said that they went home to get their mother (mother-in-law) because the sun wasn't as strong anymore. They returned then and we started talking. While everyone was facing the sea, Carla kept her chair in the same position across from everybody; and every now and then she exchanged glances with that man. Was I alone noticing this? Jealousy had taken over me already. When we talked about buying beer, she hurried to bring them. I offered to go along but was refused. Bia also showed up but was convinced to stay sunburned. My wife got up and walked again past the man. Again he followed her. When she came back, she brought (with difficulty) 4 cans of beer and 1 soda for her mother-in-law. The guy went back to his group and commented something with some colleagues. They looked at us, laughed and made comments. I wanted to kill them but would not do it. Attacking then did not even think about it. Besides being more in number, the four colleagues were all quite tall and strong (discharged from academy). The shortest must have been 1.85 meters high, the tallest was a Negro who seemed like an NBA basketball player, very athletic, over 2 meters tall. Obviously, I could not beat any of them; so I restrained myself.
At night, we skipped carnival in the block called <unk>Perocão (because of Playa del Peró). The street was crowded. We walked through the crowd until we chose a place to stay. Carla for once drew everyone's attention with her little black outfit that looked more like a baby doll. At one point she asked us to stop there because we would be near a sidewalk where we could buy our beer. I almost believed his explanation but soon saw the same group of sarados who had seen on the beach just meters away from us. They also recognized us. The four friends were wearing only white bathing suits, revealing perfect bodies and enviable volumes in their shorts. The same guy wouldn't take his eyes off my wife, and she was also flirting with him although disguised. My jealousy reached an almost uncontrollable level; I had never felt like this before. Perhaps because of that nervousness, I wanted to go to the bathroom which I ended up having to do after long minutes of resistance. Beto, Bia, her mother-in-law and Carla promised they would wait for me at that very spot until I returned. I ran as fast as I could, but when I came back there was no one to be found. I saw the group of friends who had recovered nearby, but my rival was also absent. They noticed my presence; the denier remarked something and they smiled derisively. One looked over his shoulder at a specific place.
I had already walked a long way when I saw a couple walking away from the crowd. They were walking along the edge towards an unlit stretch of road and far from the commotion. Despite the darkness, I concluded that it was them. The woman was short and dressed in black clothes like Carla's, and the man was almost two meters tall with no shirt or white pantyhose. They arrived at a kiosk and went inside. I ran there, arriving 2 seconds after them. I was completely upset. I sat down next to the kiosk to catch my breath. I heard my wife's voice asking: <unk> Leandro, is this your kiosk? He said yes. Now I knew his name. He opened a window sill, explaining that it was to let in some light and fresh air; nevertheless they agreed that there was too much heat inside. I thought of peering around but gave up because he would be found out. Still confused: I didn't know if I could stop the bastard or not. I feared getting beat by him. Then I started hearing kissing clicks, whisperings and gasping breaths. I searched agonizingly for a place to spy on them. I found an opening at the door through which I could see them despite how little light came into the window. They were passionately kissing each other. Carla's hand smoothed the volume in her sunglasses as he squeezed his ass. They quickly moved away so she could undress. Leandro stopped to admire that perfect, well-knit body. He made a vulgar compliment like: "Gata, how hot you are", or something similar. She returned by smoothing out his sore abdomen and commenting on his carefully groomed body. Hurriedly pulled the pocket from her sangas. Immediately my wife laughed (laughs) with satisfaction. Without understanding, he asked why they were laughing.
It's because I was sure that you were well-endowed.
Is it because of my height or the volume in the swing?
But also because you have the face of a handsome man. I could only get one break". She said as she jerked him off and kissed and gasped.
You like big dick then.
<unk> No pain, but there's nothing better than a big dick to satisfy a woman. I like feeling full. I love waking up the next day and still feel that I was food yesterday! <unk> She laughed maliciously. <unk> A small stick can not do this. It has to be a nice pussy like this one. Come fuck me. " she said turning her back on him, leaning over a sink and sticking her ass in tight.
She must have been well lubricated, because she didn't need any foreplay.
That's it. Oh! Don't put everything in there that doesn't hurt. It is too big. Go, Gustoso, go. Ah, how delicious. What a tasty prick.
I would agree, but once her rage at tall and gifted men while feeling inferior because I knew that she didn't have the dowry she so desired my adrenaline was high enough to make me feel cold.
Go on, put more. Put it all in. All of it. Don't stop.
Both bodies were glistening with sweat. The noise of the beating bodies already showed how much they had been perspiring. Leandro's strokes were long, fast and vigorous. He was burying all that shit in my wife's cheekbone, who enjoyed it abundantly. I could see the liquid descending on her legs. She became soft and asked for a time. She said she couldn't stand up anymore because her legs were swollen. But Leandro still didn't have fun. It was full of excitement. So he took her into his arms and sat her down on the sink face-to-face to him. He wiggled between her legs and penetrated forcefully again. She only groaned in a trembling voice, making it clear that her orgasm had been so intense as to leave her weak. A few minutes and many strokes later Leandro filled her mouthful with milk. Once again the madwoman had sex without condoms.
Afterward, my wife finally remembered that she had to hurry back to our meeting place. As they put on their clothes, Leandro asked if he could give her another dose the next day and said that he would take Rogério with him if she wanted.
"Who is Roger?" she asked.
That 2m10 Negro who was with me in the block... don't you like gifted men?
"Is he a porn actor?" my wife said, all interested.
He's actually a personal trainer, but he got some invitations to shoot in Italy because of his big dick.
"I don't know how I am going to get my husband, but I will", she said with a silly smile.
When they came out of the kiosk, completely sweaty, I hid. Minutes later found my wife at our meeting point. She explained that our friends had gone to a bar table nearby, joining other friends of ours. She arranged to stay there until I arrived in order to take me to meet others. I asked her why then she was not at the agreed place when I arrived. She justified it by saying that she only went away to buy a soda. It was the height of bullshit! But I pretended to believe him. She took me to meet our friends, and I spent the rest of that night drinking myself into a stupor.
The next night (Sunday), we all went to the same bar. Now there were 3 couples besides Beto's mother-in-law. Carla looked agitated, and I did not take my eyes off of her. We had been there for about 20 minutes when finally I spotted Leandro and Rogerio gang mixed with street carnival revellers. They took up position some 10 meters from us. My wife became even more anxious. She asked me if I would go sambar a little bit in the block. I said yes. Since it was not that answer she wanted to hear, ended up staying at the bar. Until, after 30 minutes or so, appeared her friend Regina <unk> . She greeted everyone and they started talking about their college days. Regina informed me that she was there with other friends from the university, so I called her to meet them nearby. That's just what Carla needed as an excuse. She gave me a kiss and said she would be back soon. So I went on monitoring Leandro but he didn't leave his place. Only after some time did I realize Rogerio had disappeared: I trembled at once, my adrenaline ran high. I got up without explaining anything to anyone and walked over to the same kiosk yesterday. Before even peeking through the door sill, I could hear moaning coming from inside of it. Roger, who was so tall he had to bend over in order not to hit his head on the ceiling.
What's that noise? Um... Oh my God! How delicious. Um... Hum... <unk> My wife was babbling, and she seemed to be loving all this shit.
The movements got stronger, her moans became louder and louder. He picked her up in his lap and pulled her out of the sink; she was hanging on his neck, suspended in mid-air, still being eaten, rolling around frantically. Suddenly that chest slipped from inside my wife's body. It was really huge. I don't know if it was because I was watching this live but it seemed too big even by erotic film standards: like a dangling arm (I couldn't point upwards though hard). He leaned back on the sink, held it upright and put that chest into my little wife's body.
That's it, little doggie, sit on that perch.
I've never seen such a big parrot. How delicious! Hum... shhhh... Huuummm... how tasty....
Before long, the two of them were having fun. First Carla; about 15 seconds later Rogerio. I realized that I needed to go back to the bar urgently. When I turned around, Leandro was watching me from a distance. I felt extremely embarrassed. I lowered my head and left.
We stayed at Beto's house for one more night. The next morning (Monday), we left. When we got home, I told Carla about what I had seen. She said she already knew because Leandro had told her that he saw me spying on him that night. We had a bad fight and broke up. I miss the dog but it doesn't matter anymore.