New life (revised)

NEW LIFE (revised) By Miriam Andrade Chapter 1 How to start this story? Well, I'm 29, I'm married to eight, I have two kids, a seven-year-old boy and a five-year-old girl. My husband owns a medium-sized industry here in the Campinas region and my name is Miriam. It was hard for me to start writing these lines, depending on the creation I had. I know I'm a pretty good-looking woman, because I'm pretty much sung everywhere I go. Despite the two children, I always took care of myself very well, doing gymnastics regularly, as well as a lot of exercise on the family farm. My husband is ten years older than me, but we get along very well in all respects. Until recently I hadn't betrayed him yet, even though my fantasies ran crazy in my head. I'll explain. I'm an exhibitionist. To the extreme. One of my greatest pleasures is to dress up provocatively and go for a walk through the shopping malls in Campinas, to see how the boys look. I usually go in the afternoon when the kids are at school and my husband's working. It's a ritual I follow to the letter. First I take a very nice bath to be relaxed, then I choose the clothes. I'm very fond of short silk dresses, because I don't usually wear a bra, and silk really marks the contour of the breasts and the pussies stand out more. I put on a tiny panties but also mark the dress, sandals with high heels, and the least jewelry or jewelry, just a watch and some ring. The ring I take off. My husband gave me an Audi A6, which also helps a lot, in my goal of being looked at. When I get to the mall, I walk around until I find a bunch of guys like always at the malls. Then I walk back and forth, showing my dowry, leaning in the window so that some might have a better view. I was elected miss of my town when I was eighteen, so I know I'm hot and pretty. I like teasing men, not just the boys at the malls, but where there are men, but that's all. I'll even get the workers to do some work at home, sporadically. I've been through some trouble, because they already followed me to the parking lot and then followed my car for a while. I don't know how, these innocent walks came to my husband's knowledge, because one day when he came home he was waiting for me. At first he thought I was having an affair with someone. After a lot of arguing, I ended up confessing my little tara. Made peace he started kissing me and boggling me right there in the living room, and before we realized we were in bed before the end of the afternoon, giving the hottest fuck since we got married. I realized then that he was excited by the conversation we had. Since our marriage had fallen into that normal ten - year - old marasmus, it was simply wonderful what happened. From that day on, we'd fuck a lot more assiduously than before, only he'd ask me to tell him how my day was. If it had happened to be a warm, boring day, I would have invented escapes and fantasies, which always made him enormously excited. From then on it was a step for him to start asking me things, like, "Would you like to suck a dick like mine, from any man?" I've been increasing my accounts the way he wanted to hear it. This happened about eleven months ago, and the other striking fact two months ago. Chapter 2 After a while, I realized that it was difficult to motivate my husband the way she was used to, because before that we fucked at most twice a week and then it was almost daily. It just started to slow down the constancy of the fucks again. In bed conversations, he was already openly asking if I didn't want to have sex with someone else, which I've always denied, or cause my creation or love him very much, or shame him, to this day I don't know. As the pressure increased, I got used to the idea, despite being against it. Until one day I agreed, but we'd have to follow some rules. He's in on it, and we're laying down the rules. Since I'm on the pill, we never use a condom, and I said I wouldn't fuck anyone with a condom, which got him in trouble, because he's too afraid of AIDS. After a week he arrived with the solution. He said he was going to refer whoever I chose to the company doctor in order to do the HIV test, giving the excuse that he was a nephew, who was afraid his father would know he needed the test. As I saw his intention was for me to have sex with a big boy, I objected, but he argued that with a boy he would not feel threatened, since a boy would not really conquer me, in what he was right, because I like older men. One of the rules was that everything happened at home, because that's where I feel very safe. The other: he could not participate, but could observe. Another: if it worked out, the chosen partner should have other meetings with me, since he was also approved in the HIV test. We spent about three days combining everything, always intertwined the discussions with violent and emotional fucks, just in the thought of what would happen. When I found myself ready, I left for the attack. One Saturday morning, when we woke up, I told him it was that day. He asked me what it would be like and I said it didn't matter. Then I asked him to take the children to spend the weekend with their grandparents at the farm, which is relatively close, warning them that we would pick them up on Sunday afternoon. Our house is quite large, with a dash that gives to my husband's office and to the rooms, overlooking the lawn and the pool, and I thought I could start with the office, which has attached the room with the home-theater and the tv. After he went out with the kids, I went for a good bath and I took a long look. I put on a well-cut silk dress we had bought in Paris, very short, by the way, too short for a married lady, but I knew it made me horny. He's got honey color, and he's really cute and sexy. I wore black sandals with high heels, black panties, garter straps and smoking socks, and as usual, no bra. This time I put some jewelry, a Piaget watch, quite a Catalyst perfume, which is by the way man but I love it, also putting two condoms in the bag, and although it's only eleven o'clock in the morning I took a generous dose of whiskey. I'm not much to drink, but the occasion asked. I took the car and went to Iguatemi Shopping in Campinas. I parked and entered with the greatest goodwill in the world to do what I had proposed. I began to see the shops, which is something that always gives me pleasure, without any malicious thinking at the moment, just wanted to enjoy the feeling of freedom that was taking over my whole being, since I was there looking for an adventure with all the support of my husband. What a wonderful feeling for a woman. It's really exciting, you being able to choose who you want without the slightest ceremony, or remorse. I noticed that three boys started chasing me, stopping every time I stopped. When I noticed that, I started offering myself up, stopping to look at shoes, dresses, spinning like a little girl, sometimes talking to myself, cheap. It was past one when I decided to have lunch, and I went up to the food court. I sat in a diner I don't even know what it was because I wasn't interested in food at all. I know you were Italian because I ordered a small pizza. Chapter 3 When I was halfway there, I saw the boys sitting next to me. I didn't really look at any of them, but I realized one that looked at me more intensely and that was really cute. I looked at them several times and saw when one encouraged the other to come to me. It took almost half an hour for one of them to come and talk to me. He was shaking when I told him to sit down. A stutter started, which I almost died of laughing, but soon we established a lively conversation. After a few minutes, he asked if his friends could join us at our table, which I agreed to. He made the introductions as an educated boy who was and we all started talking excitedly. It was almost 3:00 when I said I had to go. I saw the sadness in the look of the three, but the most affectionate asked if I didn't want to have a beer with them elsewhere. I said no, but if they wanted to have one at home, we could all go there. I'd like a camera to fix the looks you've made and exchanged between you. As they were in the car, I asked the cutest one to come with me to join him, so he asked one of them to go with his car and came with me. He behaved well all the way, but he began to wonder if my husband would find it bad, since I had said I was married. I told you he was at the farm and he wouldn't be back until the next day. When we got home, we settled on the porch and went to get beers and snacks. Our employees don't have the habit of entering the social part of the house, unless they're called, so I was cool with staying with them there. It didn't take long, and the conversation started to go sideways and I let it roll loose. It's time we gave the boys their names. What I liked most is Roni, Ronaldo's nickname, and the other two were Beto and Alfredo. Alfredo was the oldest and also the most sex-related. By order, Roni was 19, Beto also 19 and Alfredo 21. They started asking me how many times I'd betrayed my husband and so far I don't think I believe when I said I'd ever betrayed him, but I was too eager to do it. They were in a terrible uproar, but I was firm to say that I would not have sex with anyone who had not taken the HIV test and showed me the result. It was just a cry. It was unanimous to say that they had nothing, that they fucked little, that one was a virgin, which was true, but I was irreducible. Gradually I've been fitting into the conversation a way for them to have me. They weren't much to drink either, and they were pretty sober when I told them how it would be possible. You said they were going to take it for my husband's firm, and that I would say they were the children of a friend who couldn't know about the exam. Since that was a cold shower on the boys, I saw their frustration and wanted to ease it a little bit. I walked into the office through the balcony door and had them come in too. They sat in the spacious armchairs we have and I went to the TV and sound room to turn it on. I almost fell behind a scare when I found my husband squatting behind one of the speakers. He gave me a sign of silence with his fingers and I went to turn on the sound, putting on a soft and dancing music cd. Back in the office, I took Roni dancing. He didn't know how to dance very well but he grabbed me hard. In seconds I felt your stiff limb against my legs. It gave me a crazy urge to send the HIV test to the fans and eat it right there and then, but I stopped. I leaned my face against his and I let the young man's music and his arms and legs. I was in another world. Meanwhile the other two almost masturbated from touching their dicks. I had a crazy, crazier idea. I asked Roni to sit down and I took Beto to dance. He was more of a pain in the ass yet, but the dick was in Roni's same degree of hardness. Then it was Alfredo's turn to be older, and he wanted to show off, putting his hands on my ass, which I let them stay. Suddenly he kissed me on the mouth, and I walked away immediately. He was shocked and asked what was wrong. I just said it wasn't the moment yet, but just calm down that this moment would come. I asked you to sit down and I started dancing alone in the middle of the office room. As my husband greets many people in the office he is very broad, and I danced making the dress stand up showing my tiny panties and at the hottest pace a little bit of music my breasts swayed freely under the light dress. I saw the boys didn't want to believe what they saw, so I started taking my clothes off. First one shoe, then the other shoe, and slowly I sat at a banquet and started taking off my socks. Very slowly, lifting my legs well I took the first, I got up to Roni I wrapped the sock around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. I sat down again and slowly removed the other sock and wrapped it around Alfredo's neck and kissed him. After I sat down again I took the garter belt and slowly went to the Beto that was almost shriveled and sat on his lap, wrapped the girdle around his neck, pulled it on me and took a long and perverse tongue kiss. After that I got up and danced very slowly, because the music was slow now I took the dress out of my head, just wearing panties. The boys were staring at me with no sound, and I took it to get the dress and quickly run up. I came back only 15 minutes later, and I realized that the three of them had masturbated in front of each other because of the hard-on leaving me. Already restored, we talked for another hour and agreed to every lie we would preach to my husband. When they left, I also realized that my husband had masturbated too, which made me very angry, because I was horny and wanted to fuck at that time and he was no longer gassy. In any case we went up, and after a blow job calling him just Roni, his dick got in bulletpoint and I finally got to ride him and make one of the best jokes of my life, thinking about the three boys. Chapter 4 The following Monday as agreed with the three, they came at lunchtime at home. I introduced them to my husband as the children of some gym friends, and I explained to him in front of all three what they wanted. As he was already putting it into our conversation, he pretended to believe it and took it to the factory. At night he told us that the boys were very discreet and hardly talked to him on the way. After being routed, he didn't see them anymore. Roni called me this afternoon, wondering if he could come over. I told him not because the kids were home, and I said I'd call him later. Due to my husband's request for the tests to be done quickly, on Friday they already had the results, and according to what my husband said they were perfectly healthy, but I wanted to see the tests anyway, personally. We agreed to meet Saturday again at the mall. At noon I was walking around the mall again, only this time I wasn't so provocative, because I had already achieved my goal. I found the three of them casually, and we went for ice cream, having an inconsequential, generic conversation. We had a quick snack and I invited them home. This time, I knew my husband was hiding in the sound room, only he had improved his hiding place. As we have all over the sound room, huge pads he had arranged so that if someone came in he wouldn't see him. He did some kind of barricade with the pillows. When we arrived I asked if any of them would like to take a pool bath, which Alfredo and Beto said yes. They had brought their swimsuits and went to change. At that point Roni wanted to kiss me, and I kissed him a little. I brought beers and it tastes for all of us and we started chatting. We had taken the children back to the farm, which made my in-laws quite satisfied, because it was rare to go so followed to visit them, and to pick them up on Sunday. We have three permanent employees, two women and the driver. That Saturday was one of them off, but I told her I didn't want to be disturbed. I got comfortable, crossing my legs to put under the body, in a lounger by the pool and talking to all three. They asked again about my husband and I said I was traveling this time, and I wouldn't be back for a week. They got more relaxed and the conversation started going sexual. They wanted to know anyway what had led me to want to have any kind of adventure outside the marriage, and I answered it kind of with monosyllables, because I didn't really want to tell the truth. I noticed that the three of them were getting excited again, hair volumes in their swimsuits, and I decided to do something. My husband had asked me if anything was going to happen, to go to the office, since from the balcony he had no vision. I invited Roni to sit in the inner chair, and I went to turn on the sound in soft songs from cable. When I sat next to him, he pulled me out and we had a long, long kiss. The boy's mouth was very hot, although he didn't have much practice was a very tasty kiss. Soon I felt that your hand was looking to touch my right breast. I didn't mention bothering me and he held him tight while kissing me again. I accidentally dropped my hand on your lap and felt the hardness of your limb putting under the swimsuit. He shuddered to feel my touch. He started kissing me on the neck, on the face, in his mouth half hallucinated and I realized that the time of truth had come. I had prepared for that moment a long time ago, but since it was the first time, there were still barriers in my head. I almost gave up everything. I suddenly got up and said I'd change the songs. When I walked into the sound room, I told my husband I wanted to give up. But he whispered that since he had come to that point, he would go ahead. I switched the music channel and came back more willing. Only I came back with a bad idea in my head. I've decided to make some of my husband. Chapter 5 As soon as I sat down, I whispered to Roni that I'd like to go up to my room with him. The boy shuddered visibly. I took him by the hand and we slowly climbed to the top floor. In the bedroom I took off my dress and I was all in my panties, and he promptly also took off his pants and shirt by wearing his underwear. We lay down and he hugged me and started kissing me furiously. When you took your underwear off, I saw that your dick wasn't as big as my husband's, but it was a little thicker. I didn't have much time to see anything because at 19 he didn't even go through the foreplay. He laid on me and I felt his stiff limb looking for the entrance of my suffering vagina. I opened my legs and he put it all together, without the slightest ceremony or preparation. Since he was already wet with a boner, he came in easy and hot and it just wasn't better because he came too fast for my taste. All I know is that in 10 minutes we were already relaxed and talking. After a few minutes of chatting we went down to find the other two rather sulky, and I think my husband even more. We said we went upstairs to see a noise, but we said that laughing what made the situation worse. To relax, I went to each one of them and kissed each other on the mouth. Then it was Roni's turn to sulk. Right now I've decided to have a conversation with the three of you. I called them and explained that I loved my husband very much, but that I was feeling the need to have sex with other men, that it was really a physical need and not emotional, and that I was not and would not be either lover or girlfriend to any of them. That what we might have done that day was simply a physical act of love, with no greater involvement. From the expression of your little faces, I don't think they liked my explanation very much. I assume they wanted to have me as a private whore or an older girlfriend at their disposal. There was a general chill in the conversation, but I soon set out to get more beer while asking if they wanted a stronger drink. Alfredo told me he wanted a whiskey, and the other two said they'd stay in the beer. I decided to have a whiskey too, along with Alfredo. He prepared me a shot of a whiskey that I like very much the Tormore and served himself too. While we were drinking, talking, I sat down again with my legs under my body, letting my dress reveal a lot of my thighs, and one of my shoulders was discovered. I soon saw that they began to get excited again, only this time I was willing to advance further in my intentions. I noticed I'd need another shot or two of whiskey to get rid of me. Since it was still 16.30 and we had a lot of time ahead of us, I had no intention of rushing anything, on the contrary, I wanted time to pass very slowly, in order to enjoy the moments that would come. Every once in a while, he'd throw a dirty look at Beto, leaving the other two half uneasy. But that was the game, and I was feeling really good. The home office is like this: my husband's desk is in an angle of the room, with the computer and fax on one side, on the other a world globe of those old, very beautiful. In front of the desk, there is a sofa with five seats, one with three and one armchair, with a coffee table, where the drinks with side tables were on each sofa. Behind the larger couch is the bookshelf and antique objects that we like. It is a very large room, having in the background a niche that has the bar, the fridge and the rest. The sound room is next door, with a large sliding door that is permanently open. I was on the big couch with Roni. Alfredo was in the chair and Beto was on the three-seat couch. The second time I went to make myself another whisky for Alfredo, on the way back I sat next to Beto, very close together. I realized it when he went red. I was going to make a joke, but I backed down because the others were going to fall off killing the poor guy. I casually left my hand on top of his and started playing with his fingers. Then with the conversation rolling loose I took your hand and started to bite your fingers lightly. Then I started kissing them, slowly. Of the three he was the most ashamed, and with my attitude he no longer knew what to do with his feet, nor with the stick that looked like he was going to tear his trunk. I was already a little cloudy, when I asked Alfredo to prepare the third whisky, which he did quickly, preparing another one for him as well. When I was in half the third drink, I lost all shame and shame. I pulled Beto on myself and almost swallowed his tongue in a mop kiss. I felt your hard cock leaning on my thigh and I didn't even worry about the dress anymore, pulling it on me. Shorty asked me to take off my swimsuit, and he asked if in front of his friends. I said yes and in two seconds he was completely naked, not giving me time to take off the dress. Since I was wearing no panties, lying in the chair, he just spread my legs. At first I only took the moment, but then I realized I wasn't alone. The big boner was that moment, while I felt orgasm coming, in violent waves, the more horny I felt when I saw the other two masturbating madly. I don't remember talking or moaning at all, but I've come intensely, not once, but several times in a row. When he came, I felt his sperm fill me up, and I realized that the boy had a lot of sex with nobody. We just stood there, he was on top of me, and I felt his dick slowing down little by little inside of me, and every once in a while I'd give him a pussy squeeze, so he wouldn't slow down too quickly. We spent about five minutes in that position and I saw when the others tried to clean up and clean up the damage they had done, with the paper napkins they had put on the table. Only then did I think of the figure of my husband, hiding in the next room. I laughed to put it in, because I thought he should have liked it, but I proposed to myself to satisfy him even more that day. If your taste was to watch your wife get eaten put other men in, he'd see her eaten in every way possible. Chapter 6 As Beto stood up, I tried to demonstrate rectum by pulling his dress down and went upstairs. I took a quick shower, changed my dress putting on a very short short short with a mini blouse tied under my breasts and low sandals. I took care not to wear panties passing a woman's intimate deodorant. When I came down they were talking quietly and asked what the secret was. They said there was no secret, except the two who had already experienced me were in love and Alfredo was hurt. I started talking, telling Alfredo that the last will be the first, making a smile come out on his face. I had really deliberately let him put last one, make me look like the sexiest and most gifted of all three. And I think he's also the bastard. I wanted this inside. I tried to let the time pass a little, and reduced the amount of drink I was drinking, making Alfredo also take it slower so as not to spoil what might happen. Since the conversation was a little bumpy, I said I wanted to dance a little bit. When I was going to the sound room Alfredo wanted to come along but I told him to wait for me. I was afraid you'd find my husband. When I changed the channel to a dance-music, I heard a weak psyche and as I looked at the cushions on the floor I saw my husband's eyes and a positive sign with my hands. Pretending to fix the pads, I gave him a brief but passionate kiss and went back to the room. I took Alfredo out to dance, and I squeezed right against his chest. At first I felt nothing, but gradually a volume was rising in his swimsuit. After they masturbated the way I saw it, I thought it would take longer for you to get your dick hard again. I forgot your age. He had not finished the first song and he was already with the member completely hard. That's when I felt his hands unbuttoned my shorts and pulled him down. I knew right away that his business was going to be quick, because I should be jealous of my friends and also show that he was the man of the parade. I didn't complain and he pulled me out of my shorts, making me lie down right at the feet of his friends. You didn't waste a minute in freshness and then you stuck all your huge stick in me. This one was really big. He's completely bugged me. Every part of my vagina is full. Although he made fun of it not half an hour ago, it was really packed. She didn't leave me much time to enjoy the fuck, making me feel a little frustrated because it was him who expected the best part. But on second thought, I'd already had three fucks that afternoon, and I'd still have more during the night than complaining? What I had to do was screw the boys, make them prolong my pleasure. It was after 7:00 and I proposed we order a pizza. I went to call the pizza place that used to serve us, leaving them alone for the proper comments that would certainly come out. When I came back, I noticed a certain way of being naughty in the air, but I let it go. We started talking again, and casually one of them asked if I knew how to play poker. At the time I guessed the proposal that would be made, but he said he knew yes and that he played well. So they proposed to play strip-poker, which I accepted but said I'd have to dress up first, to put on more clothes, otherwise the game would be too fast. Everyone then began to put on their clothes. I went up and quickly put on panties, bra, kept on with my mini blouse and shorts, but I put on bracelets, necklaces, watch, ring, buckle on the head and finally a scarf on the neck that didn't match anything but was another piece to be taken. Before the game started, I found a way to see my husband, and it was a surprise to see how his eyes shone. I went back to the salon with the deck and the token box, which would be useless. In the first hand, I was contemplated with a crack of ladies and in the next play nothing came out, but I still won the parade, and I chose that everyone take off their shirts. They had also put on all their clothes, but it was evident that they had less than me. On Monday, he won Beto and asked everyone to take off their pants and me shorts. The third time Alfredo and I ran out of hand, and we didn't pay anything, so Roni and Beto got back together. He told Roni to take his underwear off, but he didn't want to, and he said it was an obligation to take off a play, but the winner couldn't determine which one it was, so that was defined from now on. Whoever lost chose which piece of clothing he would take off. I won the fourth hand again, and I realized they were pretty innocent at the poker game. The thing got more interesting when we started playing bro, that is, playing only one against the other and not against everyone. In an hour of play I was only wearing panties and bra, but the three were completely naked, having nothing else to bet on. When I won another stop against Roni and Alfredo, I told each one of them to lick one of my feet, as payment, which they did correctly, giving me an endless boner when I saw two beautiful boys licking all my feet. The excitement was great. A little more, I also ended up naked and began to wonder what I would have to pay from there on. It didn't take long, and Alfredo won a stop at Roni and me. From me the bastard told me to suck your dick and Roni he wanted to blow you. His dick was soft and wilted, but as soon as I caught him and even before he started sucking it he started hardening fast. I took a slight lick on my head, which with close proximity I noticed was much bigger than I thought. I licked it around the gland and then I shoved it all in my mouth. It would be nice to see how I responded to my stimuli. He looked like a racehorse. It started pulsing inside my mouth giving me a huge urge to make you come to taste your fucking taste. By that day I had only experienced the taste of my husband's sperm, which sometimes asked me if I could cum in my mouth after the fuck had ended. At the beginning of our married life, I didn't like the taste of your fucking, but over the years I've enjoyed it and now it was a pleasure for me when he asked me to make him cum in my mouth. I really wanted to make Alfredo come, but I ended up saving it for later. When he was about to pop, I stopped sucking and straightened out on the couch. You complained too much, but I said the deal was a blow job, not a joke. After that I pushed a little in the bluffs and won five times followed by the girls. The first one I won alone from Beto. Knowing that he was the shy one, I wanted to make out with the kid and I told him to suck my vagina. He was the one who had never fucked, and much less do as I was told, but obedient squatted in front of me putting both hands on the insides of my thighs opened them a little and cautiously approached the mouth of my hair. I realized the boy was lost, and I didn't even know how to start like this I slipped a little bit on the couch and spread my legs wide so I could see and start. At first cautiously he was kissing around the vagina, in the big lips, putting on pubic hair until he finally put his tongue out and started giving soft licks between his lips. I started to freak out about the boy's lack of manners, and it was just the lack of the way that made me horny. I really began to see stars, spinning my head, and he reached the clitoris passing quickly over, but when he realized my trembling when the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris, he returned and there it was long. I get the feeling that I came ten times quickly, so much felt. I've never had an orgasm like that before. The day was promising a lot. The second one I won from Beto and Roni and determined that each one of them would suck on my breasts, one on each side. In all these rounds, I was concerned to make things happen at such angles that my husband could see as much and take advantage of his hiding place as much as he could. The third round won only Alfredo, and when he saw that he had lost he began to laugh. I asked him why and he said, he's gonna want revenge. Instead I answered, I want a kiss on the mouth like you never gave it to anyone, and I sat next to you. He really fancied that kiss. I don't know if it was because of the extremely horny environment that had formed between us, or the sense of liberation that had taken over me, what I know is that something that day was driving me crazy, ready to enjoy countless times, and that boy's kiss was no different. I almost enjoyed the simple fact that I was being kissed. It was great!!!!!! In the fourth round, I ended up winning from the three and the demand I made was to be kissed by the three in the whole body. I lay on the big couch and waited for my eyes closed, and then a crazy idea occurred to me. I made the effort not to open my eyes and not to see anything to try to guess which one of them was on which part of my body. Soon one of them took care of my pussy. I felt that he gently forced my legs to open up, then started working with my tongue to the full extent of my vagina. I figured it was Alfredo. Another chose to start kissing me on the mouth coming down to the neck, shoulders, and finally the breasts. Gently he nibbled every beak of the breast, gently, slowly passing his tongue around the aureola, descending to the curve of the breast next to the belly, and then climbing again toward my mouth, which seemed to guess that it came because it was open waiting for that very tasty tongue. The last one was just busy kissing my feet, but I felt that without much will. After I didn't know how many orgasms, I thought I deserved some rest. With all this exercise, we had completely forgotten about hunger and pizza. When I looked at the clock, I saw it's been two hours since we ordered pizza and nothing. When I called the attending there, he told me he'd lost his address and agreed to send the pizzas as soon as possible. It was really nice to stop for a while because I was already flat-legged. I told everyone I'd take a shower and if they wanted to do the same, because the toilets were available. When I started climbing the stairs, Roni came close and asked if he could shower with me. Until the idea pleased me, but if he went along, it would fatally come out another shagging or bollination or sucking and I would enjoy it again, and I needed to recharge the battery for the night that would come, so I declined from the invitation but gave him a long and long kiss. In the middle of the stairs I remembered my husband without eating anything from early on, I went to the kitchen and inventing the world's lamest excuse, said I'd make a snack for the driver to eat later. I made two ham and cheese sandwiches that I took to the sound room with a soda, leaving them on top of the speakers. Then I went up again, and it took me over half an hour in the shower. Chapter 7 After the bath, still with the moist body I lay in bed and napped for about fifteen to twenty minutes, having woken up with the ring of the pizza delivery man's bell. The boys paid the delivery boy downstairs and called me down the stairs. I went down dressed with only a little black tube, loose in the body and nothing else. The pizza was good and we laughed a lot during the meal. I felt more firm in the attitudes of the boys, after the experiences we had experienced. They were looser, happier, more confident. I asked if any of them had time to get home, but everyone said they had told their parents that they were going to sleep at friends' house, so they had the night off. I got a little shaky thinking about it. A whole night with three men half insatiable was looking a little too much, as much as I was enjoying the experience. I stopped to think about the unusual situation. Until a few hours earlier I was a perfect housewife, mother, pure within my limits, absolutely faithful to my husband and now what had I become? Before I started philosophizing on this subject, I chose to shut it off from my mind. The events were too delicious for me to worry about morals and other worldly nonsense. I decided to be as debauched as possible that night. While we were finishing the pizza, I asked what we were gonna do next. As the boys had no brilliant idea, I told them I was going to go away for a while so they could talk freely, taking advantage to meet my husband in the sound room. As we were eating in the canopy, from the living room I had a clear view of the canopy so I could exchange a few words with my husband. He had both sandwiches, had the soda, but he wanted me to make him a whiskey. First you congratulated me on the resourcefulness I was going out with, to then complain that I should have been wanting that long ago, for the voracity I demonstrated. I said if I wanted to stop right away, but it was he who had taken me to that situation. At the same time he repented and swore he would not say that anymore, asking me to continue because he was loving the theater. I asked him if he wasn't tired and he assured me that he was fine, that I didn't care about him, that I pretended that he didn't exist and that I was hot for whatever I wanted to do. I jumped into the bar and picked up a quart of whiskey, bringing it to him with a cup saying I had to take it pure, because there was no way to get ice. When I was leaving he asked me if I would give my ass to any of them. I asked him why and he answered that I was refractory to him eating me from behind, the times he asked me, I had to ask a lot. I told you that night I'd become a whore, and if any of them wanted to eat me from behind I'd give you very good taste. Actually, the hypothesis had already crossed my mind, but with my husband every time I gave him a little discomfort, not at all unpleasant. But since I was making fun of anything tonight, I figured I'd come too. But I left to think at the time if opportunity arose. Back in the canopy, I noticed they were very excited. I asked why and they told me that that night Beto had lost his virginity to me, and that therefore I should teach him all about sex. I didn't think it was a bad idea, but I asked if I had to teach in front of everyone, which they agreed to. I agreed too. We went to the salon, and then I put them both on the smaller couch and Beto on the big one. I told him to take off all his clothes, which he quickly obeyed. The little devil was getting out of hand. He got naked and I told him to lie down on the couch. I started dancing in front of him slowly, following the music he still played, while slowly lifting up the dress, climbing and descending it, while rolling in the room. I ended up stripping him completely naked in front of him. I never found the woman's vagina exposed to a beautiful thing, as some male magazines like to show. I think it's a lot nicer to be hidden by the tufts of fur, so every time I went down in front of them, I didn't expose my opening. I got down and started kissing him on the face, on the forehead, going down to the mouth in which I took a little while, going down my neck, giving him some licks, going through the chest that didn't have all the hairs, I reached my belly. At that point I felt like he was shrinking, as if he knew what was coming. It took me a long time in the belly and groin, while he was turning around to get his dick. After jewing a little bit of the boy, I started sucking his limb that at this point was cracking so hard. That's when I remembered that in the position I was blocking my husband's vision. I passed the weight of the body to the other leg and kept sucking on it. My husband is 37 years old, and when he comes in my mouth, his sperm doesn't get thick and it's not a lot either. I was paying to see how much that boy was gonna pour into my mouth. I kept rushing my lips and head movements, increasing the rhythm until I felt the shaking either before the joy and prepared myself. I've learned that we have to close our throats at once or choke and that's what I did. The first jet took me by surprise, because I thought it would still take a few seconds. It came so strong and so big, I thought it was really choking, ruining all the blow job, but I managed to hold it in time. I just didn't count on the amount that came next. That acre flavor, which I had learned to like, this boy had even better taste. A crazy idea came to my mind. I thought it was hotter because he was young, so he wasn't old semen. That's bullshit. But he continued to fill my mouth with successive jets of sperm that never ended, causing me to swallow in haste so that I would not choke, yet a little escaped from my lips falling on his belly. I had now stopped shaking my head up and down and tried to extract the last drops, sucking the channel with all my might. Since nothing else came out, I licked the shit that had fallen in my belly, tastefully. When I got up, I looked at the others and I didn't believe them when I saw them with their eyes bulging, with their mouths open, static without moving. I clapped my hands to get them out of the trance and laughed at the situation. The first to appear was Roni who said: Shit, you're sorry but I've never seen a blow job like that, and if he did, I want to have it too. At the time I invented a lie saying: All right, but you're gonna have to wait a while, because you know that every fucking thing has a different taste of man to man, and you need to spend some time to get the taste of his fucking taste out of my palate. I'm going to drink water now, and I went to the canopy. By the time I got there Alfredo was already on my tail. Okay, honey, but in turn, I answered with the greatest of naturality, as if I were to offer a cup of coffee. I took a glass of water, actually to get some of Beto's sperm taste and went back to the living room. We talked a little banality, but I realized if I didn't hurry Roni would come in his pants without my help. Your dick was about to break the fly in your pants. I called him on the same big couch and put him in the same position as Beto because of the angle. Except I didn't waste time with him in preambles, asking him to take his clothes off, and I was still naked. You didn't waste any time and get rid of the clothes, laying me down. I went straight to his dick, starting to suck him now already like a whore who needs to make money fast. The movements of go and come were speeding up as I felt the cock getting bigger and thicker, foretelling the spout. Only it took him a little longer and as he had the thickest dick I was getting tired jaw, but I didn't stop and suddenly there it came again. It may be impression, but I also thought his fucking taste was different than Beto's. Anyway, it was delicious too, only in a smaller amount, and this time I didn't miss a thing. I didn't care to suck your channel, but I kept my dick inside my mouth, waiting for it to soften slowly, which is one of the biggest boners a woman feels. It took me, like, three minutes to hold your dick with your lips and your tongue until you got all wilted and tiny, and then I gave you a big blow job and I let go. I repeated the ritual of drinking water again, but now I also had the fact that my jaw was tired, as well as the neck and back. Alfredo was anxious, but as he knew that his dick was much bigger I preferred to take a longer time in order to get some rest. He stood around me, squeezing my breasts, bouncing me like a dog on top of the dog in heat, until I couldn't take it anymore and I called him on the couch. Everyone has a little perversion, and mine came out at that moment. I wanted to make some sense of my husband, for nothing, because it was because of him that I was having so much fun. I said it out loud: I don't know if it'll fit in my mouth, so you have to take it easy. After that speech I put it so that when I sat on the floor so I could suck it I covered my husband's vision. The poor thing must have been muttering about anger. Just like with Roni, I didn't waste any time picking up that sailpole. I had a little trouble putting it all in my mouth because it was really thick and very long. I stopped for a moment, and I went to whisper in your ear: I'll want him back in my pussy, but I want you to promise me that you'll put him to the end, and she agreed to the head, and I put him all over my mouth. Not all of it, the part my mouth could catch. With a stick that size I couldn't make the moves of go and go, so quickly with the others, but I managed to get him too stiff, which also increased his thickness. I was thinking a little more and it wouldn't fit in my mouth anymore, but it stopped growing. Suddenly without the slightest warning he started to mock. In the first gulf, almost all the fuck got lost between his hair and his belly, because every man gives a warning of the joke coming and he didn't. In the subsequent gulfs I was already waiting and I was gulliblely swallowing everything, only a strange thing happened. He kept fucking dropping my throat, and I'd already swallowed three or four big sips and no ending. When it started to shrink, I thought I'd had a cup of fucking tea, but more accomplished than I was, impossible. With him I got even better. While I was waiting for my dick to wither, I was talking about things, like, "What a hard-on!" "What a formidable weapon!" "Smoky cannon" "My life's jewelry," everything louder than you can talk to a formidable cock stuck in your mouth. Have you noticed that my language has become more like a whore's? The purpose of these exclamations was my husband, poor man. After his dick went soft, getting the size of Beto's dick when hard, I started licking the droplets that were on his hair and belly. He's the only one I had orgasms with while sucking. So I whispered again in your ear. After I said that, I made him really swear he'd see me. I got up and took the dress and went upstairs. It was 11:30 at night. I took another shower, and when I was in the middle of the shower, I heard the bathroom door open, and Roni came in, and he was naked, and he got in the box with me. You asked me to let you rub my back, but I got something wrong. At first he didn't say anything, but then he started with a different conversation that I was paying more attention to others than him etc. and such. I realized that the boy was beginning to fall in love with me and didn't want any more divisions with the others. Very dryly, he said that we were there to have fun with the four of us, and that I had the right to be more horny with one than with another, and that I really felt more horny for Alfredo than for the two of them, not just because he had a much more advanced member as having liked me more physically. I know you were hurt but you didn't get aggressive. I felt sorry and started caressing his penis. It's hard to believe but it didn't get hard again!!! I asked him how he wanted to come and he told me he wanted to come again. I knelt on the tile of the box, closed the water and started sucking it again, only knees didn't have the same mobility as the couch and it was harder the movement of go and come. Gradually, however, the cock began to throb and I knew that the first Gulf was coming again. In his case, it was predictable. I prepared and managed to swallow everything right away, as he had come a little while ago, the amount of sperm was not so much, and I was able to hold a little bit in my mouth to enjoy the taste, before swallowing and in the last gulf, I let go of his dick but kept my fucking mouth rising up. He asked me what was going on, but since I didn't want to talk because I didn't want to swallow it yet, I just shook my head. He asked me again, and I shook my head again, until finally I was forced to swallow the fucking leftovers in my mouth. Then I told him why I hadn't answered. He asked if it was because I had liked his fucking taste so much, and I said yes, he gave me a passionate kiss. I guess from then on, he really fell in love. After the shower, I asked you to come down, because I was going to get ready. It's past midnight and no one gets tired. I thought I had to give my husband a chance. Chapter 8 I put on a micro-dress, with a pair of panties the same color, high-heeled sandals, put on lipstick, perfume, no bra, and I came down. I'd designed a plan. When I came down they looked at me with admiration, asking where I was going. I said I didn't have any satisfaction to offer, but then I said I wasn't going anywhere and I got ready for them. They exulted. How hot the night was, I suggested you go to the pool. They asked if I was coming too, but I said I'd just showered and I'd wait for them. I just asked you not to make too much noise because of the neighbors. He said they could even swim naked, because the employees' dependencies did not give to the pool area. They went out the balcony and when I saw they'd dived, I locked the glass door with the beam and quickly went to the sound room. As soon as I walked in my husband grabbed me and pulled me into the cushions he was hiding in. He said he'd locked the door but he didn't want the boys to suspect anything, asked me what I wanted, and I answered if he wanted to come. He told me he'd already jerked off two times, but he'd like to cum in my mouth like that big dick guy. He had his dick completely soft and lying on the floor I licked him and sucked him fiercely, but he wasn't the boys' age and no dick give a sign of life. At that time I heard a knock on the glass door, but I didn't move because I wanted to please my husband. I kept sucking him, and the beats intensified. I felt in my mouth a little bit of his fucking taste, for the jerking but no excitement. When I saw that I couldn't get him to cheer up, the beats were getting too strong, I apologized but I had to go. He told me he'd give me another hand job in my honor when he saw me fucking one of them again. I asked him what kind he liked best, and he said that of the blowjobs and the jokes in his mouth, but that he would give a huge hand job if he saw me giving my ass, especially for the best gifted. I argued that maybe I couldn't take all that stuff up my ass because the boy was a mess. He said with a little goodwill I'd be able to get down right away. Fifteen minutes later, all three of them were very excited. We all sit on the couches and start talking. It was about an hour ago that we'd all fucked, so I thought it would be good to wait at least another half hour before trying something, which I didn't know exactly what it was, because I couldn't think of anything to do with them. I was feeling the need to come again and again, as I had already enjoyed that day, and I said it out loud. They soon became baffled, but I poured water into the boiling. He said they had to get their strength back together, and it hadn't been long since the last joke. Everyone made sure they could do whatever I wanted at that time, but then I started screwing around and I said, If you enjoy often followed, the sperm gets drainy and does not taste the same. So the longer I spend between one joke and another, my pleasure is greater or less. We can even make some proposals here between us. Now it's exactly 1:00 in the morning, and we can start fucking in an hour, but the one who wants to cum in my mouth will be the last, because that's who I want the most fucking amount of, that's understood. Let's get to the proposals. You can choose how many times you want to fuck because I know you can handle it, and how and anytime. First you Beto. Beto, as I said, was the beginner and the least gifted of all three. He said: I really enjoyed sucking on you, and I wanted to do it again before the fuck, only I wanted you to come over me. I fully agreed and we set him up to be the first on the list to start at 2:00 sharp. Now you, Roni. He said: I wanted to come again in your mouth, because I think you love my fucking, and I want to see you holding as much as she can your mouth. All right, so you're gonna be the last one, 'cause I want you so fucking in my mouth. I confess that I was afraid to ask Alfredo, since he is the oldest and most experienced, and I have enjoyed it in every way but that. But I went ahead, and you Alfredo: he said: I got cold at the time, getting all horny I was feeling, but after a short break I agreed:...you know you have an out-of-the-size dick and I'm not used to it, but I'm in, as long as you go easy, slowly, pass on a lubricant and if it hurts a lot, you commit to stop when I ask, okay? He agreed to it. While we were talking nonsense, my head was flying everywhere possible, with the fixed point on that huge mast penetrating my ass, I already felt torn from the inside, but I began to feel horny again, and the more I thought about the monster screwing me, the more I was beginning to like it. Would it hold? How would the act be in front of everyone like I would behave? Would she cry? I didn't want to cry at all, even closer to boys. Chapter 9 When they were 15 minutes away, I took Beto to dance, and we spent 15 minutes dating in the dark part of the room, dancing real tight, me sticking my legs in his. The boy was very shy, and very unsuitable to dance, but he learned how to roll, to snuggle, and to kiss my ear. When they knocked at two o'clock, I slowly took off my dress, just wearing panties and lying on the big couch. He also took off his clothes and came quietly. He knelt down and started pulling away my panties but he didn't take it off. She stuck her tongue under the silk of her panties, getting on the side of my pussy. His tongue didn't get where I wanted it to be, and I didn't think he learned what the woman's G-spot was, but I was wrong. The little bastard knew exactly where he was going, passed by a number of times just to frustrate me, but finally began to lick the clitoris carefully, sometimes nibbling at him, sometimes licking around him, making me see stars again. When he saw I was in bulletpoint, he lay over me and slowly began to stick his dick in my vagina. But the little bastard, he took it real slow while I asked him to put it all in quick. Very slowly he shoved it all in and started to freak out, and I even forgot he wanted me to ride him. I didn't even feel an orgasm but I pretended enough not to get frustrated. After he came, he was still on top of me about ten minutes, and that part I liked very much, because I also love when the dick starts shrinking inside me. Every once in a while, he squeezed the walls of his pussy to hold his dick that got smaller and smaller, until he escaped alone. I got up and pulled myself together, but I stayed naked, sitting on the couch. I was really worried because my time was coming. Then Alfredo came to sit next to me. He passed his arm around my neck and began to kiss me, at first timidly and over time more furiously. Before he got too excited, I tried to calm him down by talking nonsense in his ear, but what I really had was fear of what was coming. But I couldn't get away, even because by the time of the championship I was ready for everything. I got up and went into the kitchen and came back with a bag of frozen butter. I asked him to spend as much time on your dick as he did on my ass when the time came. While we were kissing, he slowly stuck a finger in my ass, then shoved two and then three, leaving them there for a moment. After a few minutes of bollination I felt that he was passing something greasy on my anus and around it, it was the butter I had brought. He asked me to sit on my couch on four, and at the time I turned around so my husband could see his dick go up his ass. He started as arranged, slowly and slowly. I was loving it up to that time, but the moment you started extending my anus, it started to hurt a lot, and I almost didn't ask you to stop, but the pride of a woman and now also of a brazen whore prevented me from asking you to stop. I started moaning in pain, but I pretended to be horny until the proverb came true. When you pass the rest of your mind, it gets easy, it's almost true. When the head of your dick went up my ass, I felt a relief at the same time that I started feeling a huge boner. He shoved it in, shoved it in and it didn't end until he touched somewhere that I didn't like at all, but he started putting and rubbing that huge dick in my ass started giving me an unparalleled feeling, never felt for me. The hard-on was blowing my head off, and he put it on and off, putting it on and off, until he started making fun of me, flooding my fucking ass. I confess that I felt dull, because I felt a mixture of horny and pain, but nothing too intense, worth it. The only advantage I got from this episode was the fact and the comments from the three of them that I'd put up with it in my ass. Even they, inexperienced, found a bar that fit inside me. We spent another half hour talking and I realized Roni was at the right point for my action. Only this time I innovated. I asked him to lie on the couch, kneeled down in front and asked the other two to bring a big lamp from the corner to brighten the scene. As soon as I was set up for the set, I said I'd give you a blow job. By the time I got down to put my mouth on your cock, he was already hard as a rock. With my mouth I took the whole stick and with my tongue I started to walk it all around the gland. As my goal was to make him mock as much as possible in my mouth, this blow job had to be neat and made with love and taste. As I lowered and lifted my head my lips made a pressure neither too strong nor too weak around the stick, so that he could feel the texture of my lips on the skin. While I was doing what I'm telling you, I felt that Roni's dick was starting to grow warmer and warmer. I felt like the first fucking golf, which usually goes down the throat because we're not waiting, it came, as it actually came in broad gulfs, more than the other times, that I was swallowing with suffering gullies. After the blow job was over, I pulled myself together again, and I thought it was good to finish that formidable evening. I warned the boys to turn around in the guest rooms, which are two, not use the children's rooms, and I got ready for bed. I think they were tired, too, because none of them wanted to continue our party. I kissed each other and said goodbye by going to my room. I knew sooner or later my husband would come to the room. I didn't have to wait long and he came in quietly, closing the door. He turned on the light, and went into bed with me. We started talking, and he asked me how I was feeling. I told them about the tesions I had felt, about the initial conflict I had also felt, until the moment I decided to forget everything I was and enjoy the moments of the present. As I was saying, I felt that he was beginning to get excited, asking for details now of one passage or another. He was lying close to me, his head leaning on my shoulder, smoothing my left breast gently, and that's how he fell asleep. Chapter 10 I woke up scared an hour later and tried to close the door so no one would see my husband. I slept the sleep of the angels and the soul washed away with the bacchanal there was during that day and night. I woke up around nine o'clock and went down quietly. The maids were in their daily chores, but I thought they looked malicious. I tried not to think about it and coordinated the work and what they should even do about Sunday lunch. The cupkeeper asked if there were any visitors in the house, for a young man had come down to drink water. He said he was the son of a friend, who had come from the interior of Minas with two colleagues, and who would leave Monday morning. I once again smelled malice in the air, but I missed it. I went to the living room to wait for the men in the house to wake up when I remembered my husband. How would you explain your presence to the boys? I ran up to the room and he was already getting lazy. I sat in bed and asked what we were going to do. No idea came to my head or his. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, which is where I think best. I was thinking about the shower when my husband came in and said he found the solution. He told me to introduce myself as the driver of the family, and suggest to the boys that he also participate in the party. Then I told him to come down quickly and dismiss the maids, under any excuse that at the time I had no idea. When he was leaving the room one of the boys came out of the guest room and they both looked at each other, static and standing in the upstairs hall. My husband spoke first, introducing himself as our driver and that he had gone to bring the coffee in bed for me. I don't know which one it was, but you were polite enough not to want to come into my room, going back to yours. My husband came down and I just got changed. As it was still early, I put on a shorts and a silk jacket, dug into the neckline and the digs, allowing the curves of the breasts to appear from time to time, according to the movement. I put on a simple sandal a little perfume and went down to face the beasts. A little more than half an hour later my husband showed up and said he had already dismissed the maids, which made them a little strange according to his assessment, and I took advantage to talk about my mistrust of them. He asked me if they had seen anything and I said no but they were suspicious of something. We decided to let go of our worries and asked him to stay in the canopy waiting, but that he could watch through the doorway what would happen in the room. Since the boys hadn't come down yet, he stood there and asked me if I could find a way to film our sex. I said I didn't see anything, but I didn't know how he could set up the camera without the boys noticing. He went to the storage room under the stairs and went to the sound room, with the camera and tripod, returning a few minutes later to the canopy. I called him again and told him to go to the sound room, because I had decided that if he was going to participate in any sex, it would only be late in the afternoon, when I had had had enough of the big boys. He went without complaining. Chapter 10 At exactly ten o’clock all three of them came down, very well disposed, but all with their beards undone. Although not exactly immersive, the beards made me look like dirt. I suggested that