Confessions of a Horn 5

Dear readers, As I related in the preceding story, my sweet wife got me into a lot of trouble in her own way. I lost control of the situation and she began to climb with her hot male whenever she wanted, without exception. It was her great pleasure to choose the days and places to enter the role of this E... with this, my horn grew every week and she, more and more fiery and with a lot of desire, gave herself in the arms of the lover, who ate her in every way, making her laugh a lot. I, concerned about the situation, tried to put the brakes on, but it was useless, I couldn't. Si... no longer cared to keep it absolutely secret, no longer took the necessary precautions so that she would not be seen with her male and reveal to people she knew that she was encrypting me. She told other friends that she had gotten a cocksucker who was eating her every week and that I didn't care about it, revealed that I was a meek horn. She talked about owning two chicks, even joked with Renata, saying: you without one and I with two (Renata hadn't dated for a long time). I realized that I had lost control completely and I desperately sought a way to manage the situation. I talked to her and told her about the motels she was frequenting, which were motels near places where many acquaintances and relatives lived and that she could be seen, but she told me that she climbed these motels at the suggestion of her lover, as it was more practical for him. I didn't agree and said: are you crazy? Risking everything to mess with the guy? You're the one who has to choose the place, he's the one who's having a good time fucking you! The bouquet is yours! In this situation, your interest should prevail and not his! She said: motel is all the same, just facilitate. I didn't know my wife anymore, I didn't believe what I was hearing, she was completely exposing our marriage in that way. As she lay down, she touched on the subject and said: all right, I'll be more careful and avoid the motels of Santo André. I said: you should mess with him in those motels of Anhaia Mello, Marginal do Tietê or even on State Avenue, but in the part of São Paulo, it's easy for you, it's back from your work, but, no... you insist on doing everything wrong... in a little while everyone will know that you bug me! She corrected: and you like it! it won't be bad only for me. I told her, you better stop it, I'm losing you. She replied: don't worry, it's not going to happen, you know what? I said no, I don't know. She said: is that tomorrow I want to mess with him again, can I go? is that how you want? That I ask permission? I was thinking and I said: better not, finish it, and you have another you gave to him yesterday, you are not normal, think straight... we have children... the guy is eating you more than me. She, very cleverly, was grabbing my penis, whispering in my ear, saying: okay, I'll stop. But won't you want a farewell horn? That he eats your wife's kiss one more time? Won't you? I know you like it... I said: no, I won't. Enough! Oh, she kept whispering: "My little rooster is angry, he doesn't want his little wife to kiss another man anymore... but I'm sure that the little rooster likes... likes a lot and wants... wants a lot of horn... his little chicken is even hard... The heat took over me and she was taking off her own clothes and saying: today you will be the privileged one... I will give the bouquet to you first... tomorrow he will eat what you ate very tasty today... I started kissing her and smoothing her whole body, sucking her tasty breasts and I felt confident: will I really eat? very tasty? will you make fun of my role, will you? She said: yes, I will make fun very tasty in your role, you will eat my kiss today ... very tasty ... but tomorrow it's his turn, agreed? Crazy horny, I said yes... agreed, I took off all my clothes and we started climbing a lot... her bouquet was soaked in horny... she sucked my very nice cock and came over me and fitted it in that wonderful bouquet and began to ride whimpering softly in my ear and saying that it was very good, that she was loving climbing with her husband and that she would have a very nice time. We fucked pretty good, and I had to take my dick out of her pussy a few times so I wouldn't have fun, and I wanted to make the most of that climb, because it's been a long time since she gave me that pussy so willingly. We fucked in various positions, until the moment when she couldn't take it anymore and exploded in a deep mockery, whimpering very softly in my ear and saying things I couldn't understand. When I realized that she had been mocking, I accelerated the punches on her hairy pussy and announced that I was going to mock. Then she spoke very softly: enjoy love ... enjoy very tasty eating the pocket of his little whore ... enjoy ... I took the tip of his pocket and exploded in full jets of fucking, grinding his belly and breasts. We took a shower together and in the shower we fucked and kissed a lot and made fun of each other again and we went back to bed and I hugged her and thought. What's interesting is that on that climb, except for the beginning, it didn't touch on the fact that she horned me, I ate my wife like a real husband should eat, I fucked the woman I love, we fucked with pure love and passion. Had I abandoned the pleasure of being a cuckold or had the fear of losing her to my lover brought me to the realization that it was all wrong? For me, that climb gave me a lot of confidence, I felt that I was with my wife and that I loved her very much, I felt confident and we slept hugging. Little did I know that my punishment was only beginning. After all, all punishment for horn is little. I hug you all.