I grew courage and gave my husband the horn he so wanted.- Part 2

This account is about what happened shortly after I betrayed my husband with my new lover, Julius.
To understand this sequence, I suggest first reading the tale, "I grew courage and gave my husband the horn he wanted so much. Part 1".
I had just betrayed my husband, and Julius, the handsome, gifted boy who inaugurated me in this life of treason, took me back to my home.
Before I got out of the car, the bastard asked for a goodbye kiss on his dick, and I, of course, couldn't refuse.
By the early morning advance, I wasn't so afraid to be seen, so I looked around quickly and got down to snuggle that beautiful purple glande that was already pulsing again.
Amazing the boy's virility...
At that point I had a great idea.
I took my iPhone, and I had him photograph my face with his pecker stuck in my mouth with his head pushing my cheek.
The photo looked great, taking the full length of that delicious turtledove (about 25 cm) to the balls, and my very naughty little bitch expression, with a stuffed cheek.
Even though he made fun of me twice, the bastard still had a very hot milk reserve, which didn't take long to pour down my throat.
What a delight!
That day I slept late and when I woke up, there were a lot of messages from my husband asking to pick him up at the airport because his return had been anticipated.
I looked at the clock and by my count your flight would have landed an hour ago.
Then he should be home by now.
As soon as I formulated that thought, I heard steps approaching the corridor.
I lay down fast and pretended to be asleep.
Detail: I was totally naked and had not bathed or done the
Intimate hygiene before bed.
I just took my clothes off and fell down on the bed.
When he came in and saw me lying, chest up and the waxed buttock, all exposed, he did not contain the surprise and satisfaction in front of that scene:
- Hummm, so that's why my hottie didn't pick me up at the airport! Sleeping late, huh?
As I continued to "sleep," I noticed his figure approaching between my legs.
At the same time I felt a chill in my belly.
I was afraid he'd notice my swollen pussy, smell it, or see the fucking remnants of me.
Damn it!
I should have covered myself!
But now it's over...
I'm still standing still.
All romantic, he started giving me kisses, first on his feet, then on his legs and when he got to his knees I pretended he was waking up.
- Hi, my love! You home today? Am I dreaming? Come hug Mom, come on!
He jumped on me and kissed my mouth, sticking his hot tongue in and again I was worried about your reaction if you felt any strange taste or smell.
A parenthesis here:
I need to point out that by the night before I had never betrayed my hubby.
And the fact that he talked and fantasized about monumental fucks with other men was no guarantee that he really wanted to accomplish all that.
I couldn't have known his reaction if I found out he was already a cuckold.
So back to the account, I froze when he suddenly stopped kissing me:
- It's okay. My love, your mouth tastes weird, a little bittersweet mixed with alcohol, I don't know.
Did you eat anything different before bed?
Almost half a liter of sperm counts?
Yeah.
- It's okay. No, Daddy. No big deal. I went out with the girls yesterday and had a beer. I must have a bad breath, that's all.
- It's okay. Well, I don't know what it is, but your pretty mouth is hot anyway. Come here, come here!
And he pulled me out and kissed me well sucked and hot and I, of course, reciprocated with burning, sucking his tongue and giving him my tongue that says it's big and loves to suck.
- I love kissing you with booze, you know that? And that weird taste, huh?
You know what that looks like, you bastard?
If I didn't know you, I'd think you'd be sticking me in the horn and letting some cocksucker come out of that pretty mouth that's just mine.
He said these things between kisses and me trying hard to disguise the nervousness and at the same time had to act natural to play his little game as we always did.
It was an uncomfortable situation and I wasn't in the mood to stay in it.
That's when I made a decision.
I thought I'd kick the shit out of the tent.
After all, he himself was always turning me on and on himself with that story.
If he didn't accept the reality of being cuckold, I wouldn't have to accept his fantasies either.
So I made a very sexy voice and started teasing him:
- Oh, my love you talking like that gives me a huge excitement, you know.
- It's okay. Really, my little bitch?
- Uh-huh!
- It's okay. So tell me dirty, what did you do to get that fucking taste in your mouth, huh?
In that I already felt his tough cock pressing my belly...
He started to get rid of his clothes.
- It's okay. You really want to know what your little bitch did last night?
- I want to..., bitch. Tell me everything!
At that, he whispered among groans, his tongue whipping into my ear and his hands grabbing my breasts.
- What? Yesterday I put a lot of horn on you. Now you're officially my cuckold!
- Mm-hmm, really, bitch? You betrayed me, did you? He was a prick, was he?
- Yeah. His dick is giant, twice yours!
- Hummm, and he came in your little mouth, huh?
- It came in my mouth, in my pussy and even in my ass. You got me all broken into for you.
His tongue was coming down my neck and then he sucked my boobs, no rush, the way he knows I like one side, the other, again and again.
And always saying that I was loving being my cuckold; that I was a very hot bitch, that his friends were crazy to fuck me.
- It's okay. For now you are a cuckold, truly my love. I fucked a lot last night. My lover's dick was huge and I could hardly put it in my mouth.
- It's okay. Yeah? You sucked his dick, did you, bitch?
- I sucked love! What a hot dick! Nooossa! I've never seen such a big, thick, hard, hot, blue-and-struggle pycone.
And we continued our little game, as was the custom, I noticed that he sometimes became reticent, as to surprise my much more active participation this time.
But soon he'd ask questions again, wanted to know the size of the dick, if I had liked it, which motel I'd gone to and whether it was so-called or Beltrano, always quoting one of his friends or mine, but I said it was a stranger I met at the pizza place.
You know, my dirty choir, it's all your fault!
- It's okay. Why, my love? What did I do?
- Remember how you always tell me to wear short, cleavage, fair dresses, highlighting the ass and the big tits you love so much?
- Yes, my love. You're beautiful and hot. What's beautiful is to show. Let the guys drool over that ass that's all mine!
- That's exactly what I did. I went out with that shiny little black dress that you like high heels and micro panties all up. And then you've seen it, right? All the males stopped to look at my ass. I was kind of embarrassed when girlfriends pulled their chins.
- Oh, my love, it's because they get jealous of that beautiful ass that's just
Oh, man!
At this point in the conversation I provoked a little more:
- What? Yeah, but now this ass isn't just yours anymore.
- It's okay. No, my little bitch?
- Nope. Now, you're my cuckold, and you're gonna have to share your hottie with other big, hard-boiled males!
- Oh, you bitch! So you really cheated on me, huh?
So I prepared to give the coup of mercy:
- What? Isn't that what you wanted? Be my cuckold? Since you've been talking and fantasizing with other men, now I've realized your fantasy, you cuckold, you're going to have to be very gentle from now on, you hear?
- Mmm, I love my hot...
And between groans, in a very devious voice I cast:
- What? And since I knew you'd want it, I brought you little presents.
- It's okay. Gift for me, huh? Where is it, my love?
- It's okay. The first gift you've tasted in my mouth. Look for more...
I had to hold on so I wouldn't laugh at the look on his face when I said that.
- Hummm, you're up to something, you little bitch!
And he was kissing and licking his belly.
All of a sudden he stopped and stared and smelled up the pussy that he was always sure was just him.
He looked at me and frowned with an unbelieving face.
And I put more wood on the fire:
- It's okay. Look my cuckold, I felt like my prickly male broke in, my pussy. He came a lot and made me sore, baby! And since you always said you wanted her full of milk, I came home anyway, so you could clean me up. Suck my ass, suck all that fucking hot male!
Even I didn't believe in my boldness.
He passed his fingers lightly over the dry, off-white layer trying to figure out what it was:
- Mm-hmm, this buttock is really swollen and sticky, why, you little bitch?
And I'm sexier than ever, wiping my hip and standing up until I touch his face:
- I've told you my love. Didn't you want to be a cuckold? So your little bitch fucked hot and brought her pussy full of another fucking male for you to suck.
Although confused, to the mouth contact with my pussy, his reflection was to lick it.
He looked at me and I kept rolling and moaning, calling him cuckold and telling him to suck it all.
I pushed the pussy against his face, he gave a few more licks, yet without understanding or believing that it could be true, left aside the doubt and fell on my mouth all mocked by my male, intoxicated by the strong odor that I insisted on affirming what he could not believe.
And I'm back in charge:
- Yee-haw, my naughty horn, my meek horn... Sucks good and swallows all the sperm your little bitch picked up for you. Now there's no way. You wanted this and I made my cuckold, my hot cuckold. And now that I've tried it, I'll always want other dicks inside of me, fucking with me. Suck my meek horn!
As he sucked me, I turned aside, holding his head between my legs, and I turned my body until I reached his dick, which was throbbing with a hard-on.
I started sucking your dick and turned around a little while longer, until I got where I wanted to go: get on top of it in a delicious 69.
My hope was still to have liquid fucking inside of me, for how much Julius had snorted on my pussy and my ass.
And then I got confirmation:
- Hummm, what did you do, huh, bitch? It's too mushy and it looks like shit, the one coming out of that pussy!
- Suck my horn! This is another little gift I brought you because I knew you'd love it.
- Hummm, I don't know what you've done, but it's really good!
Although his tone was kind of a joke, kind of serious, he kept sucking on me and calling me a slut, a slut, a slut and some other swearing.
And me encouraging and loving him, then my orgasm came, not so intense, due to exhaustion, but very tasty.
I took advantage of the position, and I meditated my fingers with my saliva and my dick's pre-gorge and I stuck my middle finger in his ass, always picking on the blowjob.
He'd blink and relax his ass, and now I'd flip two fingers inside him, massage his prostate.
- It's okay. You like me to get in your ass, don't you, you cuckold, you meek boner?
He agreed with the head between moaning and licking.
Since I already sucked all my fucking pussy, he pulled my ass and
He stuck his tongue up my ass, not that he was necessarily looking for more sperm, but because he was always a pervert for sucking my ass.
- Wow, how red and swollen your ass is, my love! You've been sticking that rubber dick in it, haven't you?
- I've told you my love. My male did the full service!
- Hummm, you gave your ass to the cocksucker too, was it, you perverted bitch?
- What? Yes, I did, my little horn! And I loved feeling that huge dick breaking into my ass and thinking of your satisfaction when you knew what I had accomplished your wishes completely.
The harder I talked, the harder his dick got, I figured he'd come.
After a little time sucking and licking inside and around my ass he commented:
- Mm-hmm, and it's not like even your ass really sucks!
- What? That's the gift you needed to find out, my cuckold. My boy came and filled my ass with shit and your bitch brought it for you to clean. Now suck and wipe all this shit, go my cooornooo...
That was the last straw.
He couldn't even finish the swearing and started squirming and squeezing me.
He made a big joke and filled my fucking mouth.
I didn't waste a drop of your milk.
Then I rolled over and we just kept relaxing, enjoying the hot post-orgasm sensation.
Later he got up and when he came back from the bathroom he sat next to me and asked with a very serious look:
- What? Is it me, or did you really do what I was thinking?
I knew there was no going back.
It was time for the truth and my decision was already made.
- What? If I keep talking, you won't believe it, right?
Before he answered, I had him grab my iPhone from my purse and look at the latest photo.
Still with an expression of disbelief, he got up and went to see the picture.
First the eyebrows raised in total astonishment.
Then the frown, the face tilting, perhaps clinging to some remote possibility of standing before a Photoshop montage.
Finally (Uph!), he let loose a discreet smile and took his hand to his head, taken by astonishment:
- Holy shit. So it was all true. You really fucked another guy... Wow! I'm amazed! It's okay that I've always said and fantasized exactly that, but I never, ever thought you could do it. And you chose well, eh, your
Bastard! Look at the size of this thing! This guy's an ass! Who is this son of a bitch?
The rest of the morning, we spent talking, by the way, just me talking, telling in detail all my extramarital adventure from the night before.
I was interrupted twice for him to eat me hot and unload the horny that grew as I narrated the most torrid scenes.
In these fucks he cursed me crazy, beat me in the ass and violently, perhaps wanting to punish me in his sexist subconscious.
Even though I was still exhausted from that python marathon, I was loving it all and I came so many times that I lost count...
In the end he accepted the good cuckold, and we concluded that we were happier than ever and he was a lucky man to have such a special wife that he not only accepted but also performed, and shared, of his most perverted desires and fantasies.
He only demanded absolute secrecy about this future adventure that we came to have, because we had to keep up appearances.
Of course, he was aware of all the implications.
By bringing your fantasies into reality I had discovered sex in a new dimension.
I had vibrated in deep parts of my body that he had never touched.
Sex with him would always be pleasurable, passionate, full of love, but from now on, much more spicy.
But fucking, with capital F, as I had experienced, would be in charge of other well-endowed males that I occasionally found.
And the first he would know, of course, would be Julius.
From that morning our sex life gained a new dimension and we feel like starting a new relationship, as newlyweds, but with unimaginable bonuses.
And some events of this new reality have already been narrated here by me or my cuckold husband, and now much happier.
Then I'll tell you how it was the day my husband met Julius,
Kisses, delights...