A wonderful, perfect, unforgettable trip.

I'm going to tell you a story that happened to me and my wife.
It's kind of a long story, but it'll be worth it.
First, a brief description of what we're like:
My name is Fernando, my wife, Sophia.
I'm 55 years old, about 5'8", 180 pounds, with gray hair.
Some people say I'm very charming, that I'm handsome without being handsome, that I'm just a normal person.
My wife is 50 years old, 1.65 meters, light brown, black hair, 62 kg and, yes, she is very beautiful.
She's hot, without exaggeration.
We're a couple like any other, we have kids, we work hard and so on.
Two years ago we celebrated our 28th wedding anniversary and decided to give each other a well-deserved trip to Paris.
Upon arriving there, like any tourist, we visited every possible sightseeing spot during our 11-day stay.
Since we were so close to the Eiffel Tower, we always dined there before heading out into the beautiful Parisian night.
On the third night, we went to a very nice bistro called La Place, with those typical sidewalk chairs, and there we started drinking a delicious chopp, by the way, as we figured out where we were going to go that night.
After the second glass, I asked her if she would mind a glass of wine since we were in Paris and she ended up drinking it despite being very used to drinking wine.
We ordered a red wine and started drinking.
That's when our night took a completely unexpected turn.
At a table next to ours were seated some men who by all accounts were French.
One of them got up and came to our table and speaking in Portuguese with a strong accent, asked if we were Brazilian and we said yes.
He introduced himself and said his name was Bernard.
He said that his mother was French and his father Brazilian and that he had already spent a few years in Rio de Janeiro with his grandparents, but that he really liked living there.
We introduced ourselves, and he asked if we were on vacation, and we said yes.
He asked if we wanted some tips on places and the city in general, though a little suspicious, we agreed and invited him to sit down.
Bernard, he was a typical Frenchman, about six feet tall, very fair-skinned and I think green-eyed, I didn't pay much attention.
He was very nice and gave us several tips on how to find the best restaurant seats, when you need to make reservations and other things about the city that in the other days proved very useful.
Since the conversation was really nice and he also saw that we were married, he asked if we would also like scripts geared more to adults, specifically, couples.
I asked what kind of scripts these would be, and Bernard started talking about nightclubs where they'd do striptease and couple dates and stuff.
We laughed a lot, we looked at each other and I said that it could be so, since we were in Paris, why not take advantage and meet a house on the Strip and we were very interested in the Secret Square that was not so far from the hotel we were and he gave us a great description of the place.
After two Chopp's and some several glasses of wine (always accompanied and plenty of water), I felt like going to the bathroom and I discreetly asked Sophia if it was all right for me to go and she said that no problem that anything she would shout... rsrsrsrs.
Although it didn't take long, when I came back the two of them were talking animatedly and I noticed that Sophia was very embarrassed, but that she kept smiling.
When they saw me Sophia lowered her head and were quickly changing the subject when I asked what was so cool she baffled.
Soon it was her turn to say that she was going to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to ask Bernard what they were talking about.
He also tried to talk us out of it but ended up saying that he had only praised us and said that we were a very nice and nice couple and that he was enjoying talking to us.
I saw there was something else, but I left it there.
When she came back it was Bernard's turn to go to the bathroom and enjoy it and I asked her to tell me what it was.
She said that Bernard had asked if we were a liberal couple who liked someone else together and that he had praised her.
At the time, the anger came as usual, but it also stirred up an old fantasy that had already spoken to her about dating someone else, and at the time, she said she would never do that.
I asked her what she thought and she asked if I was serious.
I said yes, and I said,
- Uh, we're in Paris, the city of love, just you and me and no one who knows us nearby, so if we were ever going to do anything, this would definitely be the least likely place to meet anyone we know.
I don't know if it was the amount of wine she'd already had, but she just stared thoughtfully and said nothing more.
When Bernard came back, we continued our conversation, and I asked him more about Secret Square, and I told him I was just getting to know him, and I asked Sophia if she liked it, and she asked me again if I was serious.
I said yes.
So she agreed, and we decided to go.
We thanked Bernard for all the information and he gave us his contact so that if we needed to talk to him, I shook his hand and he kissed Sophia's face and it took him a while to get out of there.
We'll pay the bill and take a cab to Secret.
On the way Sophia says:
- Were you really serious about that?
- That could ruin our marriage, you know?
- I didn't say we were gonna do anything, I just said if we wanted to do anything, this would be the perfect place.
I'm not gonna bring it up again, we're just gonna go meet the club and that's it, and if you don't want to, just talk and we'll go back to the hotel and sleep, no problem.
- As long as we're here, if I don't like it, I'll tell you and we'll leave.
By the time we got there, there were a lot of people.
We arrived and got a table (lucky as it turned out).
He used to do a little pole dancing show that we used to watch.
We ordered more chopp and talked about the show and the people there.
I had to go to the bathroom again and when I come back a big surprise, who's at our table?
Bernard, please.
The conversation, as far as I could tell, was already rolling loose and Bernard had been sitting almost glued to Sophia.
I waited a little longer to get back and he was talking leaning very close to her because of the loud sound.
She laughed at what they were talking about and seemed to find it all very amusing.
I went back to the table and he said he couldn't resist, that he thought we were very nice and decided to come and see if we had really come or not.
At that moment, I saw Sophia's malicious look in her eyes, and I asked what they were talking about that was so funny, and Sophia replied in a heartbeat.
- Bernard was talking about how hot he thought I was, and he said he'd love to fuck me.
My jaw dropped the way she said that.
I laughed like she told a joke and I said:
I think you've had too much to drink, my love.
- No, I don't want to go. I want to stay and enjoy the show more.
- You didn't want to come? I want to make the most of today.
I said:
- Are you sure about that?
And she said:
The only thing I know for sure is, if I ever have to do something like this, it's gonna be today, and I know I'm never gonna do it again or let it get to that point.
Bernard was like a statue trying to hear everything and didn't interfere.
Then she asked him:
- So Bernard, what were you really saying to me when he wasn't here?
He stopped for a moment and looked at me.
I nodded, and he said she was beautiful.
She retorted that it hadn't been for him to speak the way he had.
As I confirmed once again, he said:
- I was saying that she's very hot and that I would love to fuck her very much in all positions and all ways.
- See, didn't I tell you he said that?
She told me.
Then he gave me the kind of kiss that would make any man horny, and he put his hand on my dick over my pants and saw that I was tough.
He stepped back, smiled and said,
Do you really want to see your wife eaten by another man?
Because today I'm going to satisfy you my love. I'm going to give hot to him. Do you let me give hot to him lets? Do you want to see him fuck me a lot you want?
As he spoke into my ear, I noticed that his hand was already on top of Bernard's stick and he added:
- His dick is as hard as yours, but I think it's even bigger than yours.
I froze at the time and completed:
- Say, answer, say you want to see me give it to him.
I whispered yes, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Tell him you want to see me fuck him, you want to see him fuck his wife, you ask him, and we get out of here right now.
- I looked at Bernard and asked him if he'd like to come to our hotel with us.
She promptly said what she wanted, that I had to tell everything, the full invitation.
- Bernard, do you want to come to our hotel with us to fuck my wife?
She loved it and kissed me once more and he readily agreed.
We left and returned to the hotel by taxi, despite Bernard's insistence that we take his car.
On the way she told me that she would give him a lot, that she wanted to be eaten and very well eaten today, but that I should remember that it was my idea and that I should not regret it later.
Confirmed again.
When we arrived at the hotel, the three of us went up to our room together and as we entered, she immediately grabbed me and kissed me, saying that I was crazy and that she was even more crazy for agreeing to do that.
He started to take off my clothes and right there he bent down and started sucking me.
I have a 19x6 stick.
It's not huge, but it's affordable.
She looked at Bernard and said:
- Take off your clothes, show him what you're gonna fuck me with.
He didn't make a fool of himself, took off his shirt, pulled down his pants, and you could tell his dick was big, bigger than mine.
When she lowered her panties she reached out and sighed:
Did you see how big it is?
Actually, it was about four inches longer than mine and much thicker.
He got closer and offered it to her that time, dropped my dick and soon I was sucking his dick.
He would try to swallow it all saying it was very tasty and that his mouth was full.
All he did was punch me and suck on him, who was delirious.
I was impressed with Sophia's performance.
I've never seen her like this, out of control.
Bernard picked her up and kissed her, took her to bed and started taking off her clothes and as he did he also sucked and licked every bit of my wife.
She took off her blouse, stroked his breasts, and then dropped her mouth on them, and she wouldn't let go of his stick, punching slowly as she writhed in his mouth.
He went down further and further and she took off her trousers becoming only underpants he reached her panties that were already soaked, pulled away her panties to the side and began to suck her making her crazy with excitement, she screamed and moaned a lot talking that she was loving being sucked by him.
While he was sucking, he stuck two fingers in her mouth making her more and more nuts.
Come, suck me, eat me with your fingers, fuck me so much I want to be ready to be broken by this pause.
I walked over to her and I gave her my dick and she grabbed it and started sucking it and she would choke on it while being sucked by Bernard.
She'd suck my dick, my balls and punch me.
After a while Bernard stopped, looked at her and told her to lie down because he wanted to fuck her now.
She didn't make a big deal out of it and turned over in bed.
He put a condom on and started sticking his stick in it, and she moaned that it was too big and it was being torn.
- Aaiiiii, it's too big love. He's tearing me all over, he's going to break me all over like that. Get in there, get in me that pause. He fucks me a lot. I want to be all open.
Bernard got off to a slow start, but he kept sticking his dick in Sophia.
I seemed hypnotized there watching my wife being eaten by another stick that wasn't mine.
She made a face of pain.
- Do you want me to stop, love?
If you want, I can ask him to stop now.
You didn't want to see another man eat me?
Now I'm going all the way, I'm going to let him take me all the way, and he puts Bernard, he puts everything in me, he makes me his.
Fuck me for real, rip me to shreds.
With this encouragement, Bernard didn't act like a beggar, he held her by the waist and shoved everything up her ass until his hair touched her.
I'll break into your house and leave you unable to walk because you've been fucked so much.
And he started bombing her who was already moaning without caring about the noise she was making.
He completely forgot we were at our hotel.
- That's it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it hard and tear me up.
Arrrgg, she screamed when he started pushing hard on her.
- Go, like this, break me.
I, who was still watching in amazement, approached her from the front and offered her my cock to suck.
She couldn't do it. She would grind her teeth, moan a lot, and sometimes scream.
He still managed to hold my dick and give me a few kisses, but that's about it.
I stooped down to get my face at her height and asked her if it hurt too much.
Thank you, my love, I didn't know it was going to be this good, if I had known I would have done it sooner.
She spoke between groans.
Are you enjoying watching me give it to another male, this one? Are you enjoying watching your little wife get fucked by a big break like that? Is this how you dreamed it would happen?
I 've already thrown everything up and said:
It was like that, I wanted to see you like that being eaten by a really big dick.
To be like that, of four being broken into.
- Well then enjoy it, because today I'm going to give a lot to him.
She spoke and asked him to stop for a moment to sit in a chair that she had next to the bed.
Bernard stopped, came out of it and sat in the chair with the Cacete pointing to the ceiling.
She walked up to him and faced him and had her back to me, and she stuck her dick in the entrance of her mouthpiece and sat there until he was all inside of her.
- Look, my love, look at his pause, all the way into my little sketch, which is now all skinned, all open, come here, come see me sitting on it.
I got closer and I watched.
Really, this close I could see that she was all red.
And that his dick was really thick, filling every inch of Sophia's sketch.
She kept going up and down on his dick, leaving me mesmerized by that rhythmic up and down.
His stick almost completely coming out of her sketch only to the next instant go back in whole and disappear inside her.
- My love, I need a favor, a really big favor, will you do it for me?
She asked with a silly face.
I did what you wanted today, I made your dream come true.
How can you say no to something after a request like that?
- I make love, you can say I do.
I asked innocently.
She stopped going up and down a bit and said:
I want him to fuck my ass too (Bernard's eyes lit up when he heard that).
I was out of action.
What do you mean, eat her ass?
She hardly ever let me have it 'cause she said my dick was big.
Just imagine that thing that was really huge.
- Are you kidding me?
You won't give it to me because you say it's big and you want to give it to him?
- Whoever is in the rain is to get wet. I told you, today I want everything I'm entitled to and you can't complain. It was your idea. You wanted it, now you'll have to accept everything I want. Come love, suck me, don't leave me like this no, come.
I thought she was going crazy, but there I was.
She'd stop and I'd start sucking on that little ass I love to eat.
I sucked a lot and sometimes she would go up a little bit and come down really slowly.
Just so I wouldn't be standing still, after sucking a lot and leaving it well lubricated, I started sticking a finger in.
- It's to relax a little my love, otherwise you can not stand.
And I went to wet my finger and put it in her ass, then I put two fingers and she deliriously started doing more rhythmic movements again.
Let me experience two sticks inside me at once.
I loved hearing that, and it didn't take me a second.
As she was already well lubricated I pushed her forward, she piled the bundle and I began to put in her ass.
Slowly, but firmly, without stopping until you're all in.
She moaned, said she was sick and asked me to stop.
I didn't stop until I had my dick in it.
I stopped for a while so she could get used to it and breathe.
She stood still, barely moving.
Then it began to roll on our sticks, going back and forth so that when one went out a little the other went in more.
Are you enjoying having two sticks inside you?
She only agreed with her head still without saying anything, just moaning and waving.
You wanted to get busted. Now you can say it was for real.
She started rolling faster and begging to be fucked.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me
And so we did for a while until Bernard said that now he wanted to fuck her in the ass.
I promptly came out of her and she asked him to lie on the bed on his stomach.
He went and she went up to him, sucked his dick once more and adjusted the entrance to his asshole that I had already left open.
"Oh, it's too big", she said as she tried to get the head of his dick in.
I'd brush my lipstick to get it wet, and I'd try again.
When the head came in she gave another scream/moan that made me shudder and talk that it was better to give up because it was too thick.
It was like I poured gasoline on a fire.
She looked at me with an ugly face and said that she had already said that she was going to do everything today and that she would not give up under any circumstances.
Moaning loudly, he forced himself to sit down and go downhill until his dick was completely inside her.
She stopped and tried to masturbate a little bit to try to relax, but because she was controlling her weight with her arms, she couldn't and asked me once again to suck her.
- Come on baby, come suck my dick again
I didn't want to go because he'd just gotten his stick out of there.
She saw my reaction and said:
- Cut the crap, honey, come on.
He's on a condom, you're gonna suck my dick like you always do.
Think about how you suck me when we use those toys (vibrators we have at home).
It's the same thing.
I gave up and there I was again.
It falls out of its mouth into that soaked, all red, and literally, loose-fitting mouthpiece that was in front of me.
I sucked a lot and after about two minutes like this, she managed to relax and started moving again on top of his stick taking a little and sitting, but every time she went up she took more and went down again until the end.
When I realized I couldn't keep up with her ups and downs anymore, I walked out, and she asked me to give her the dick so she could suck it, and I did.
- He busted my ass, baby, he said in between sucks.
I don't have any more stories to tell.
I'm dying of laughter.
I, too, was beginning to feel the urge to mock.
My dick exploding as I watch my wife give that tiny little ass that I so covet to another man.
I said I'd make fun of her, and once again she surprised me.
He asked me to make fun of his mouth, something I had never encountered before.
- Have fun, my love.
Joke in my mouth will.
Give me that little milk that my little face likes so much.
So I did.
I started making fun of her and she swallowed my stick and didn't drop a dry drop.
At this time Bernard warns that he can't take it anymore and that he will also make fun.
She asks her not to make fun of the condom, but to make fun of her.
I was afraid she'd want to suck it so he'd make fun of it in her mouth.
She got off him, took off his condom, he got up, and she knelt in front of him.
She kept sucking and punching him.
When he said he was going to make fun of her he took it out of her mouth and he made fun of her breasts, belly and a little bit hit her in the face.
I've only seen so much shit like that in sex movies.
The guy couldn't seem to stop making fun of her, and she was delirious and begging for more, spreading the fucking on her breasts with his dick.
When he finally stopped joking, he sat on the bed exhausted.
I was almost falling too and she still full of his fucking called me with her finger.
I got closer and she pulled me and gave me a kiss and wouldn't let me out.
- Thank you, my love, for this gift.
I loved it.
Very much so.
It was a truly unforgettable gift.
She spoke after we finished kissing.
We rested a bit, I got a beer out of the fridge for each of us, and I sat down in an armchair.
Sophia said she was gonna go to bed and turn it off and that she was all burned up and needed to recover.
He looked at Bernard, gave him a very big kiss, thanked him for the pleasure he felt and said he was going to sleep.
Bernard said that he had to thank you for the fun and the wonderful night we gave him.
And he asked if we had an encore.
I said we'd talk about it another time.
I think he thought he was gonna spend the night with us, but I politely let him know it was time for him to go.
He got the message, made sure we had his phone number on file, and then he left.
Sophia was lying in bed almost dead.
She said:
- What was that madness?
I'm all busted up.
My love, did this really happen or was it a dream?
- Let's take a bath and tomorrow we'll decide if it was a dream or not.
She was crawling, we took a bath in almost complete silence.
When I got my hand on his sketch, I really realized how broken it was.
Very different from before, when I was the only one going in there.
We finish the bath and go back to bed.
The smell of sex was still in the air.
- What madness (she spoke)
Are you sorry?
Not sorry, burned up, and laughed.
We erase it completely.
The other day when I woke up she was already up.
The effects of the drink passed and she was too serious.
- Fernando, what we did yesterday (she spoke softly and with a certain fear in her voice), I had drunk a lot.
I don't know how we're gonna be after that.
I said:
- My love, what's done is done.
I have no regrets.
I had a great time.
You thought it was bad?
- No, but what will you think of me now?
She asked and started crying.
- I'll keep thinking the same thing I always thought, my love.
That you're the woman of my life, that I love you too much and I can't live without you.
- Are you serious?
You're not mad?
- What do you mean, angry?
I encouraged it, because I'd be mad.
Not my love.
I liked it.
If you didn't like it, I apologize for insisting, and I promise I'll never bring it up again.
But I wasn't mad, no.
Quite the opposite.
I'm glad you're finally letting loose a little more.
She gave a malicious chuckle and said:
- So you enjoyed watching your little wife get eaten by a piece of shit that big, huh?
I nodded my head.
- Did you enjoy watching him eat me anyway?
I said yes again.
We made our way to bed and once we got there, for breakfast, we had incredible sex reminiscing about the scenes of the previous night.