I didn't know...

I've been married for 20 years to a beautiful woman. 5 feet 7 inches tall, 185 pounds, dark eyes, straight hair, 48-years old, with a perfect body, medium breasts, well turned thighs, a bum boom of closing any trade, finally everything in its proper places. Me, 50, 6 foot 8 inch (78 kg), gray and a healthy body, not malnourished but fit by constant sports practice. Our relationship was always normal and happy, our sexual relations, although without great variations , were always regular and satisfactory for both of us. But for the past few months we had not been getting along at all, and for some reason we were always arguing and exalting each other's faults. Aware that we should never be separated from one another, we talked a lot and in these moments came to the conclusion that we ought to take a vacation or rather retreat into a quiet place where just the two of us could get our married life back on track, so we set out to find this place. Luckily, in conversation with a couple who have been our friends for many years they understood what we were looking for and offered us a place that they had inside. We took one week's vacation and there we went happy and hoping to get back on track again the first two days was just wonderful, the site was stunning swimming pool cozy house all surrounded by flowers and beautiful garden Peace reigned among us, there was nothing but affection and caresses between the two of them all day long. And so we were entering on the third day when to our surprise it dawned completely closed with a lot of rain. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon and the rain increased rather than decreasing and when we could no longer even go out onto the balcony of the house, unexpectedly we heard knocking at the door. Frightened we answered and found out it was a neighbor besieger looking for our landlord, because the rain had damaged his generator and he needed not only tools but also someone to help him with repairs. Since our friends had given the house owner time off so that we could really be alone, I decided to show solidarity and went with him to his place to assist in the repair. In half an hour we carried out the repairs, switched on the generator and waited to see if the problem would not happen again. While this allowed me to get to know him better, his name was João and lived at the same place for more than 30 years. He was a widower and had no children, so his life consisted of that small plot of land where he grew vegetables and raised chickens for sustenance. This was an interesting but mysterious person who must have been about 40 years old, 1.80 meters tall, 80 kilos with natural tanning skin to make any woman in the city envy him, but what impressed me most about this man was his gentle yet insinuating look. There was something disturbing about him; I had the distinct impression that when he looked at me it seemed as if he entered my thoughts or knew myself better than I did. While we were talking, I could feel his soft voice becoming more and more penetrating; I could hear it entering my ears, buzzing in my head and running through my body which caused chills. For a moment I felt that everything was moving strangely with me, I didn't know how to explain but had the distinct impression that he liked what I was feeling, which made me frightened and quickly with some excuse said goodbye. When I was already at the door he called me and said: _ take a hot bath is good for cold sores! ...... At the time I could not understand whether that was a advice or an order, without answering he leaves and I don't know how I got to our place, nor do I know if it still rained, all I know is that I couldn't get rid of the sound of words from this mysterious man. When my wife arrived she noticed that I looked different but I ignored her so with the excuse of being wet I locked myself in the bathroom and went for a shower. I confess that when I felt the hot shower water falling on my body, I was overcome by a sensation which at the time I could not understand but today I am fully sure it was because of having obeyed unconditionally to those man's words. After finishing our bath we prepared for a long night as now the storm had worsened and besides rain there were thunderstorms and lightning illuminating the sky and to our happiness one of them cut off electricity in the house. We lit several candles around the room, sliced some cheese open a bottle of wine and prepared ourselves for a romantic evening together. When we had finished our second bottle at about 9 o'clock we were surprised by another knock on the door. John, saying that because I hadn't given him the opportunity to thank me for his help this afternoon he brought us a bottle of very special drink prepared from an old family recipe and which was deeply meaningful to them. It could be used only for their own consumption or it could just be presented as gifts to very special friends. He also said that his grandmother, who taught him the recipe, always assured him it was a magic potion with powers to reveal the hidden personality of people if they drank it according to a certain ritual, which of course was another family secret. John, my thoughts were on the meeting that afternoon. My mind was so confused I couldn't concentrate on anything; all I know is when I caught up with him he had already taken off his raincoat and sat in our sofa with a glass of wine in his hand talking about his life at the site and my wife sitting on the floor next to his feet completely intoxicated by her words. She must have been feeling exactly what I felt during the evening. While I was trying to arrange some meaning or explanation for that situation, again the sound of his words penetrated my mind: go and get three small glasses which I will teach them how to drink -my present. I got up immediately and went into the kitchen to fetch the cups and on the way it became certain that receiving orders from this man caused in me a strange but unexplainable feeling of pleasure. He filled the glasses with his drink and ordered us to sit down, one on each sofa, forming a circle between the three of us and explained how the ritual should be: _ first he defined an order among the three; he would be first, then my wife and lastly me. The three of them were to sit as comfortably as possible and remain always eyes closed. Each one in turn was to hold the cup at his mouth, pronounce a magic word that it would teach us but which we should never utter to other people, drink all of its contents from the glass in one gulp and then reveal out loud to others some secret or desire or dream stored within himself. He also explained that we had to be aware that when you begin this ritual the secrets revealed are unconscious, meaning many of them have no idea they exist inside ourselves. I confess that I was apprehensive and when he would tell me about my doubts, my wife immediately agreed saying it's more fun this way so as not to spoil the pleasure I agreed with her. So the ritual began, he said the magic word, drank his cup and revealed one of his wishes then my wife did the same and soon after she had my turn. The drink had a different taste, it was neither sweet nor bitter but with each sip I felt that my organism yearned for the next round and with each one the need of the other was becoming greater and larger which caused everyone to concentrate only on wanting another sip no matter what desires they were revealing. This frightened me and when I was preparing to end the joke Mr. John did it for me, saying: "So what do you guys like? . We didn't know how to answer right away and as I prepared to say something about it he immediately explained; _the secret of this ritual is that none of us can tell what has revealed or say what others have revealed, but you can be sure of the following, what they reveal here in the wheel will take place from now on, don't be afraid if henceforth you start doing things or making decisions strange or different than you were used to". All they do, seemingly strange at the moment, is a desire that was repressed within each of them and now it's being released. It just falls on everyone to enjoy every wish fulfilled and be happy. As if by magic, as I finished these words the electricity came back and immediately my wife got up from her seat asking for forgiveness said she would take advantage and shower before the power went out again we both sat in the room silently listening only to the rain falling outside and my wife's bathroom shower I confess that I used these moments to laugh internally at what I had participated in, because I could not believe such idiocy and when I was preparing to question Mr. John about whether he really believed all this, it seemed like the world collapsed on my head. At the same time that a strong thunderbolt again turned off the power, causing the room to be in penumbra because many of the candles had already gone out, my wife came back from her bath with still wet hair wearing a baby white wool, totally transparent and without any intimate parts underneath. Although the room was very dark, I could notice that her breasts were hard as stone and her beaks seemed to want to tear up this thin fabric. She approached one of the still-burning candles, took it in her hand and drew it closer to her own body. Then she began circling around him with a clear intention of showing us her wonderful body now even more beautiful because there was so little light about. First from behind into the room she showed us her marvelous buttocks which were as yet totally virginal; then she turned herself forward and starting by illuminating her face went down until arriving at her nest of delight, that to my utter amazement for the first time I saw completely hairless. As I was preparing to meet her, I remembered that we were not alone; a shiver ran through my body and when I looked at Mr. John I couldn't believe what I saw: he already had no pants on and with his dick totally hard in the position of attack. It was huge, it should be about 22x5 cm straight without visible veins, a pink head proportional to the body, finally an invitation for pleasure, surely this instrument would make any woman very happy. My vision was interrupted by my wife who stood in front of that cocksucker, got down on her knees and started sucking him off as if it were the last thing she'd ever have. As time went by she grew accustomed to his size and now knew perfectly well how to deal with him, passing her tongue from the bag over its head into a circle around it then placing it all together at the bottom of her throat. By this time I was completely naked, my cock seemed to explode in a phenomenal fun, I got up and when I went to caress the ass of my wife, my greatest desire for her, Mr. John grabbed me by the hair and said: _ nothing said your horny little rooster, first let's fulfill his wishes, kneel down and help your whore woman suck my dick . Couldn't resist one more order from that man I leaned down and brought my face closer to his legs And when I looked at my wife, she pulled the fuck out of her mouth and holding it with one hand directed it into my mouth saying: _ suck darling, i want to see my husband come fulfill your desires, comes show your little whore how you should suck a fucking male It was as if all hidden female hormones in me popped up I simulated with my mouth a perfect pube swallowing a cock and with my lips squeezed his head to prolong ever more its enjoyment. My hands searched for the man's tits, now stiff and while I was squeezing them there were also increasing movements in his cock and with this I felt that he grew more and more inside my mouth and his hands grabbed me by my hair and strongly helped me to go back and forth. I do not know how long we stayed like this, I only remember hearing him shout: _ don't stop, keep your gentle horn, come on force, I will make fun of you in your mouth, you are going to swallow all my fuck , let 's continue showing your little whore wife as if a male makes fun . And it didn't take long and I felt a warm, thick male-flavored liquid coming down my throat that was so plentiful part of it escaped through my mouth and flowed into my chest which made my wife so horny she did not ask to come in between us and licking all the shit I could not swallow. All this went on like an unrestrained whirlwind of thoughts and I couldn't find the courage to get up, but gradually I calmed down and a feeling of relief took over my body; I felt myself floating in the air. I got up, still half ashamed, trying to put myself back into the room, the lighting had deteriorated, a strong smell of sex permeated all around me and there was no one in the room. I did not have time to be able to imagine that it had all been a dream because strange sounds were coming from my bedroom and instinctively I walked towards it. I stood at the door of his room and felt my knees bend to that sight which could never one day imagine myself seeing: My wife of four, with Mr. John's cock totally buried in her asshole, formerly a virgin; but what struck me most was how skillfully this man ate my wife, with all his dick jammed into his asshole he gently caressed it with his hands on its butt and then slowly pulled out his cock from inside until they had him completely outside. At this moment her hands accelerated the massage, and with circular movements she would open up her ass in such a way that his butt was exposed as much as possible, leaving the head of his cock only at the entrance to the anus. This tortured her, almost driving her madly horny, she screamed, begged for penetration and he impassive continued with his joke. Sometimes, just to excite a little more he would insert half his head naked act of desperation my wife threw her body all the way back but his hands impeded this movement she despaired again crying begging and he'd put in his whole head quickly pull it out I was so focused on both that I didn't know what was wrong with me my dick was hard again feeling totally strange for me until then started taking over A strange but delicious warmth began at the back of my neck and went down my spine, stopping in my butt which started to contract first slowly then begging that it also be filled as was my wife's by this time. Instinctively I took my hand up my ass and began massaging my butt with one of my fingers introducing him from time to time and with the other caressing my cock. Just as I was beginning to enjoy this little private party of mine, I was interrupted by Mr. John who upon noticing my presence buried his whole fuckin' ass in my wife's butt and dragging her back through the hair put his mouth near her ear and said: _ look who woke up our favorite traveler your husband's horn and he is already again with fire on his tail let us get a handle on him and now looking at me with that irresistible gaze, says: _ here comes fly down from right here and opens its mouth well i want two small holes for sticking my stick . That filled me with joy and pleasure, again that man gave his orders and I obeyed them like a slave. This was exactly what excited me the most, to be submissive to him, totally surrendered to his commands, for one moment I even thought if he asked it would kill me for him in this instant without hesitation I placed myself underneath them and he tortured my wife once more or rather now began a double torture He asked me to keep my mouth open so that he could turn, now shoving his dick up my wife's asshole and then into mine. But in the same way as I did with her, he started doing it with me. Little by little he lowered his cock down towards me. Me, I'll only suck when I want to and interrupt his descent by leading him back into my wife's ass. I was desperate, couldn't contain myself something inside me ran out of my control clutching at his legs trying in vain to reach with my mouth his dick and at the same time begging better pleading for him now he had me and my wife under his sway she and i would argue that cock as if it were her last meal of our lives every moment one promised more things to him should we win his gift and impassive he just played around with his fuck head sometimes placing it on her ass or occasionally letting me only pass my tongue through. Resignedly we passed, whenever he permitted us a little and brief contact with him, to thank and praise his great generosity. So it was for some time; but then again that special man resolved to change the course of things. He got up from bed and sat down on a small couch which stood in the room, fitting himself with outstretched legs, placed his hands over his head and closed his eyes as if initiating meditation. My wife and I, seated upon the bed, looked at each other with airs of questioning and anxiously awaited what he would do. Without moving a muscle, still with closed eyes but his cock pointed at the ceiling he said: _ The big moment has come _ my wife was already addressing him when she was severely warned: _ don't move it is not your time and yes of our little traveler, its turn will arrive soon . And yet without leaving the position that stood , spoke:: comes here you bastard son-of-a-bitch, kills his will, sucks, he's all yours. He hadn't even finished the sentence and I was already kneeling between his legs and again with his dick in my mouth. I was totally focused on my work when I heard his voice again ordering: _ you too, little whore of the city, go to work. Take that red candle which is above the furniture and pour a cream in it . Then he grabbed me by the waist sticking up my butt and placing each one of his hands on my buttocks began caressing them in circular movements, fully exposing my ass. For this he had to lean on me, which trapped me with my head stuck in his abdomen and his dick jammed into my mouth that completely prevented me from speaking or seeing what was happening around me but I knew for sure it would happen. Gradually the pressure he put on my head, against his body was decreasing and there came another of his orders; _ now my little traveler fucks my dick with his mouth but very slowly, like this , more gently, that's right, follow me, push in, pull out, push.... just so, do not stop, keep pace While I concentrated on going back and forth, dying from fear to contradict him because I thought he might change his mind, realizing that my puppy became increasingly loose, relaxed and also myself, so much so that I instinctively began to bounce following the rhythm of his hands. At last I felt that she was in perfect harmony between the comings and goings of my mouth on her cock, the swaying of my butt in his hands and the blink of my ass, but I sensed something was missing from this set but couldn't tell what it was and as I tried to think or feel what was lacking her voice echoed back into the room: _ all right, our little traveler is at the point now the devoted wife will learn how to turn her tiny husband into a flawless female you whore and tramp. All right, let's start the initiation, put a candle tip in his asshole entrance, not something to shove your whore, didn't you learn anything from me just now? Ah! Just like that, only the tip, insert and remove.... it is not for shoving, let his ass ask. My God, was too good, terrible torture of feeling something coming in and then going out, but caused an overwhelming hard-on At the same time that he continued with his caresses, opening me up more and more, my wife was having fun sticking a candle in my pussy. And when she felt like my cock could light it, she would pull it out, causing complete despair for me. I was totally out of my mind, sucking and rolling around begging for penetration at which point I would do anything to be broken in or ripped apart or whatever it is that he knew the exact moment to do again opened up a little bit more my legs asked my wife to put her candle halfway down my throat grabbed me by the hair pulled his stick from my mouth slowly walked away lifting me without saying a word drew him closer to mine and all I could feel was his thick rough tongue forcefully entering into mine. I only had the strength to open my mouth and let that man, for the first time, invade me. Then he got up from the couch and exchanging position with my wife spoke: _ come on your traveler, fulfill his role as a husband and put my head between the legs of my wife who was standing with her muzzle all opened to me. Again, with both hands, exposed my ass and brought his cock closer to my entrance tip. As I was sucking on my wife's bottle, almost drowning from all the fluid she spewed out, I could feel first her head and then inch by inch of his cock creeping into me, tearing at me. And gradually a sense of relaxation and pleasure never before imagined began to take over my body. I wanted that moment to last forever, it was indescribable the pleasure caused by this cock inside me, could feel every vein, each protrusion of him through my nerves asshole, would like to be able to get out from within myself at that time and outside, enjoy the scene we were providing, should be a wonderful sight have such a handsome male behind me with his dick all stuck in my butt. I felt free, dominated, totally submissive to his movements, completely surrendered to him. My happiness was so great that I left my wife's bouquet and looking into her eyes started shouting: _ this man of mine puts everything in me, makes me your little woman. And it wasn't long before I felt my bowels being flooded by a warm milk, so much that I could feel part of it trickling down my legs and in gratitude for what I was feeling, I went back to my wife's cupboard and quickly made her laugh as well. All I remember is waking up the next day around midday and whatever happened during the rest of that night between Mr John and my wife, I will never know but from the glow of happiness she presented on the following morning, I can perfectly imagine what must have happened between them.