Telling through stories 2 - by Amanda

This is the first part of their version, Leo and Amanda's. Hi, I'm Amanda from Portugal! Here I am telling about the favor that a great man did for me and my husband. He wrote this story which many people liked, even he has written in very nice way what happened to us, so much that there is no way of writing our version because he took good care of details, therefore at his insistence I will tell you before and after that night. After a few years of marriage, I went through an existential crisis myself. It seemed like my brain was playing tricks on me and that if something didn't happen in exactly the right way then my head would lock up as though it were making a fool out of myself. And this started to affect me in every sense including sexually. When I realized that it was going too far, I had sex with him and pretended to like each other until he pulled the plug on me. I got even more depressed, had episodes of seriously thinking about ending it all but Leo was always by my side making me react made me feel loved and supported. And when I felt better in a totally open conversation with him that if he wanted to have other women as long as he kept loving me At first he protested, and surprisingly his sincerity was visible. Then he proposed something else that I should fuck another man because as the only man in my life it could be solved by some other guy touching me, cuddling with me or penetrating me (this term is mine not his). I didn't even want to think about it, but a month later he was irritable and nervous and the sexual tension between us was visible so in order to save my marriage i asked him at dinner how things were going with his plan. He seemed surprised and even relieved and one week later told me that next night on saturday we would meet someone who already knew what had happened and will help us. That night, before we went to the place (which I didn't even know existed) I thought about giving up but he wouldn't let me because we had already been there and what motivated me was realizing that he believed another man could "connect" with him where he couldn't. But it made no sense for me to tell him that the problem is not in himself but in myself so as not to make things worse I decided to go all out on this thing. We arrived at the club and by the entrance line you can see a strong sexual atmosphere: very productive women wearing provocative clothes high heels red lipstick The most casual men, but their eyes told me they were hunting. My head was spinning because almost everyone in the line and there must have been about 30 people when we arrived had rings on their fingers not that I'm a puritan or anything but it bothered me. We walked in and an 18-year-old girl with her bikini thong tucked up tightly without any bra greeted us and even took us to our table walking behind her with this beautiful little body made me feel old. Her hard, pointy breasts were just like her thick, stiff bundle thanks largely to the 15 jumps she wore. I wanted to ask her: Girl, can you help my husband? But I restrained myself. I was looking at the place and both environments were very different from where we stood it sounded quieter like dancing clutch type of music is more lively almost as a Brazilian carnival dance but could not hear the music but the way people danced made me calm We asked for wine and about 10 minutes later a boy stepped on our table and introduced himself Sidnei Leo greeted him and invited him to sit with us. We talked for a few minutes, and the boy told me that he was 29 years old, Brazilian born in Paraná, six years ago I had been in Portugal. If it weren't for his eyes on my cleavage and his hand on my thigh, I could have thought we were at some kind of party. I actually fell down when Leo got up saying he was going to the bathroom. Silvio came very close to me and asked for a kiss. I stopped completely. He approached and I could feel his breathing on my neck. He kissed me climbing onto my ear and stopping right in front of me, eye-to-eye. He began to kiss me tenderly, passing his hand through my hair. I let myself be carried away and responded to his kiss calmly, very slowly. I felt his tongue curl up with mine, and when I was starting to like that kiss he passed his hand on my legs making me shiver all over the body. We were in this almost boyfriend-like kiss until he took my hand and put it on his hard stick still inside of our pants. I got a fright and opened my eyes, and saw Leo leaning against the mattress two meters from us. As if I had done something wrong I recovered, pulled off the boy's hand and walked away. He, ignoring Leo stood up and gave me his hand to accompany him. I went looking for my husband who only winked at me. I headed into a labyrinth where there were several doors some of them locked with a tie on the door (already occupied), we arrived in a single room, a round red bed, a mirror as big as the bed on the ceiling and pieces of mirrors on the walls. He led me back inside and put down the door behind me. He embraced me and kissed my neck again. His hands already walked over my body, he squeezed my breasts affectionately and released my dress from behind. As he let go of me, he took off his shirt. His body was beautiful and muscles were well defined. He was a handsome man, masculine and imposing. I could see his face; its square chin gave an air of seriousness, that typical male's very face with good bearded hair and a lovely white smile. He began to kiss my neck and cleverly released my bra leaving my breasts loose for a short time. Sucking hard on one while massaging the other, lying in bed he pulled down my panties. I didn't feel ashamed or afraid, nor did I have a hard-on. In fact, I was turned off and felt nothing about being possessed by this beautiful man; it was like my head said to me: "You are having sex, that is all". He started sucking on my pussy, and he got good at it, touching his tongue in places where I never thought possible. He was sucking my pussy like it's a violent kiss of the tongue, I could feel his tongue inside me and that made me relax a little bit. It was nice to be "used" in this way but still difficult for him to participate because I was his inflatable doll he put me into whatever shape he wanted so I would even "participated", but with my husband it was exactly the same thing and I lost myself in those thoughts until I looked around and saw an open condom pack thrown there when I felt penetrated by another man His cock was no bigger than Leo's, but much thicker. I instinctively twisted my legs around him and felt his dick go in and out of me. I could feel my butt expand as he went into me, and enjoy the movement, and even more so when he started sucking on my breasts while eating me; it had a good rhythm, coming in and going out like a machine. He put his dick back into my pussy, and in that position he seemed more comfortable, me on all fours in bed and him standing up. He would enter willingly and with long arms squeeze my breasts and fuck my pussy with some violence, and my thought flew away, I began to think it was Leo who was there with me, until the boy gave me a painful plug in the ass and said in my ear: "You like fucking me your little whore". That was the critical moment, I had fun when I dreamt that I'm having sex with Leo while being eaten in this way is very good but to be called a whore by a stranger made me uncontrollable and I wanted to stop and it was then that I manifested myself. My idea was to make him stop, but this motivated him even more and he very willingly made fun of me by yelling: "Dude, what a tighter bottle that is. It's delicious". When he finished taking it off I pulled my clothes aside on the sidewalk, and the guy with the biggest face from 'duty done' took out his condom knot in it. He kissed my face and walked away. I went into my room and threw myself in the shower. It didn't feel dirty or anything, but that was how underwater I managed to organize my thoughts. I changed and came down to the living room. Leo sat watching TV from a distance it could be seen he wasn't paying attention at all, switching channels randomly as if not even noticing. That felt like a stab wound on my chest seeing him so hopeless. We stayed like this for a while until I started crying and told him it was horrible, not the partner but my head that didn't want to do anything. And we talked till 4 o'clock in the morning of that night and with great difficulty he convinced me to take some time off to recover myself so I could find a way to satisfy him by satisfying myself together. I insisted that he call, and when they had sex he told me the details in a very embarrassed way. And after some time it got lighter as if he was going to play football with his friends but actually would fuck someone "friend". The interesting thing is that over time we started making love again, always affectionately, even lovingly, but I've always realized that he always thought I was pretending, But I can say that my husband's posture, eating me in an even vulgar way, made me laugh for the first time in my life. It was on this night we spent where two men whom I love used me in all ways together and simultaneously including being able to have orgasms like I never imagined today after Marcelo left reading stories has become as important accessory as a vibrator which we use to simulate Mom here with us sometimes we read stories like: "I read it and Leo sucks me whole". He reads while I suck him Another man in my bed only Marcelo, he alone besides my husband knows my body knew how to do what I wanted so then I tell you about the night after our little party kisses and lots of fun!