My wife, me, and my nephew <unk> III <unk> Final

And so I messed up the whole scheme: I hired a security company to install cameras in the kitchen and in the bedroom, I arranged for my son and I to spend the weekend at the beach with some of his friends, and in a conversation with our nephew Silvio I casually commented that I would be working out of town next weekend and Marcia would be in São Paulo with Carlinhos. I arranged everything with Marcia during the week and explained that on Friday I would tell Carlinhos that I could no longer go with him to the coast, but he could go with his friends because the rent of the gym was already paid. As Silvio and he chatted on the Internet every day, inevitably Carlinhos would comment on the trip and he, Silvio, knowing that I would be out of town would find a way to come home to "visit" Titia who would be alone. We were talking and I was excited and I was getting into details and getting very excited, Marcia as expected was worried, afraid that I would give something wrong and Carlinhos would appear, and also that she was afraid of the <unk>then<unk>, because until now it was all kind of a joke and a suck. Who guarantees that after all I wouldn't get jealous and fight with her or end our marriage etc etc. Other times she kind of threatened me and said: <unk> and if I like to have sex with him too much and want more? Will you accept? Etc etc. But I didn't try to hide anymore that we were on the edge of the fantasy, because these conversations ended with a beautiful climb, with both of us enjoying ourselves as never whispering complete obscenities and imagining another one. How would I not always have to be trying to explain it all? She was not even trying to convince me that I was ready for sex and that I would not have to do anything but live with my crazy wife, and that there would be no need to try and see how this experience would be. <unk> And that's how it happened. Carlinhos came down the coast on Friday night. I spent the whole Saturday inside my house, without showing my face outside, and Márcia spent the day inside her routine, went to the market, to the butcher's, always alone so that there was no doubt that I was not at home. At dusk I locked myself in the pantry, where the internal circuit equipment was installed, all very discreetly and connected to a 14<unk> television so that Carlinhos would not notice. Marcia would stay in the room watching TV, in fact, she thought that nothing was going to happen because Silvio didn't show up or call all day, and maybe he wasn't aware of my "absence" and everything was going to come to nothing. I said: - Marcia, you can bet he'll know. Yes, Carlinhos said he'd invite you down too! What if he decided to go to the beach? - You want to bet he came up with some excuse and didn't come down? And she just stood there and went and put on the clothes that we'd picked out -- a tight-fitting blouse and a plain bermuda to give the impression that she wasn't waiting for anyone, a bojo bra to lift those beautiful breasts even higher, and a pair of lace panties, all black, to blow, and then she sat on the couch and went to watch TV. There was no other, around 18:00 Silvio called at the gate, he called for Carlinhos, as if he didn't know anything and also to not give a flag to some neighbor. At that moment I started to get hard, hiding in the pantry with my ear glued to the door... I don't know if it was the fear of being discovered, or what was going to happen but my legs began to tremble and a heat rose up through my body that I thought I was going to have a piece. - Hey, aunt, how are you? - Hey Silvio, come in... No Carlinhos is not there, he went down to the coast. - What about your uncle? - Luis went to Ribeirão Preto and won't be back until tomorrow to solve a problem of the company with a client there... - Oh, well, I guess I'll be going then, won't I? - It's still early, don't you want some coffee? And I thought she was going to back off and let him go. I threw everything away and my wife was doing what I wanted... what a strange feeling... at the same time fear, jealousy, lust, curiosity, all together. I ran to the table, and I turned on the kitchen camera, I put on the headset, and... that shit wasn't working, neither the video nor the sound... it went off, and I started moving the wires, cursing everything, thinking about what was going on in that kitchen, until I finally figured out the problem: a loose wire. Marcia was turning her back on Silvio, putting the coffee mug on the stove to warm it up, and he was sitting at the table, just drying my little wife: - Auntie, since it's just the two of us here, can I ask you something? - You should ask Silvio. - Do you still think about that night I went to your room? I think... from time to time. There's one thing I don't forget. Have you thought about Luis finding out? - But you only think because you're afraid someone will find out, or because you enjoyed it as much as I did? And besides, what's a handsome young man like you thinking about a woman much older than you, who doesn't have a girl's body anymore? She was about to speak, but she had her back to him, and after that last sentence, he gets up, and he's coming up behind her. - Aunt, I don't need to tell you about my crush on you. I thought he'd come in with those wide pants on purpose, I bet he's not wearing any panties just to show off. He leaned on Marcia's ass, who was very still, and began to embrace her. He started saying something in her ear, which didn't do anything, but you could tell she was shaking, and he was pressing his body harder against hers, and he was rubbing that big stick on my wife's ass, running his hands over her breasts. He'd squeeze and fold his hands, bottom to top, and he'd stare at those beautiful breasts, almost leaping out of his bra, squeezing his beaks over his blouse and kissing her neck. My wife couldn't take it anymore, she was breathing deeply and kind of sobbing. It was the signal he was waiting for to move forward. He pulled up her blouse and her bra as he kissed her neck, rubbing his stick up Marcia's ass and filling his hands with my wife's breasts. Then she put it in front of him. He began to kiss her face and then her mouth, descended to her breasts and began to suckle willingly. My wife was with closed eyes and open mouth. He began to lower her bermuda along with her panties. Marcia outlined a reaction, but without strength to push him away. The bastard, in turn, pulled his legs apart and stuck his head between them. I zoomed in and I started watching Silvio licking and sticking his tongue into my wife's little face, and he pulled his lips away from that wet vagina and licked his clit very slowly. - Silvio, shhhhh... stop it... I'm not holding up. - Auntie, if you let go... enjoy and make fun of my mouth, I want to drink it all. - Aiiii... dad... for ahhhh I'm going to have fun... ahhhhhh what a boner shhhhhhhhhh... Marcia began to tremble and at the same time pulling Silvio's head between her legs... was joking like crazy. The bastard got up and started kissing Marcia again. - Auntie, let's go to your room... now! She didn't answer and that was a sign to him: he took her hand and was pulling her into the room. I switched the circuit to the bedroom and started watching everything. They were in bed, kissing. Silvio was already naked and Marcia only in a bra. They were rubbing and kissing a lot. Silvio was pulling Marcia to his waist, and I already guessed what would occur: - Aunt Marcia, suck my cock again, not even that day... suck like only you know how to do. And she did. He started licking all over the mule's stick... going up and down, rolling to shove that roll in his mouth, so he helped, he was holding his head and shoving that mushroom-like head into my little bitch of a wife's mouth. Just the sound of him drooling on Silvio's stick and bag was driving me crazy, a mixture of moans and shleps and such... - Aunt, I can't take it anymore, my cock is going to explode... do you want me to make fun of your mouth? - Hummmmm don't... mock my pussy, I'll eat it once I'm almost mocking it again. I couldn't believe what I just heard, my dick was hurting so badly... I looked and found, my wife was going to swallow another roll besides my own... there's no point in regretting it anymore... so I'm going to enjoy it. He took off Marcia's legs and was sticking that huge stick in my wife's pussy... it was the head... then a little bit at a time... it came and went very slowly but more and more cracking until it stopped the bag... Marcia groaned and groaned. He raised his legs and became "roasted chicken". Silvio punching and punching and kissing my wife. What a hottie Titia, what a nice pussy, wet and tight... whore who bet she's squeezing me like it's her mouth sucking me. - Hummm put Silvio, put put... like my pussy, enjoy her ahhhhhh enjoys that I am enjoying youaaaooooo... - So take aunty, take my fucking ahhhhhhhh shhhhhhhh... And the son of a bitch joked and joked and punched Marcia's pussy. Then something else happened that I would never have imagined: my little wife was so thirsty that when Silvio got off of her, she began to rub one leg on the other and groan, as if she was still having fun. Silvio didn't waste any time and began to suck her breasts and pass his hand over her body, and kiss her mouth. He got on his knees next to her and began to pass his dick all fucked up on Marcia's face. With me she always avoided sucking my mocked dick because she said it was disgusting, but at that moment she was no longer disgusted with anything and was swallowing his dick, which was half pumped and all licked. And she sucked it all up, and while she was making a delicious mouthful of leftover pussy and everything, Silvio started to run his fingers through her little kiss and she was going crazy, and I zoomed in again and I found out that he was spreading his own pussy all over my little wife's ass, and he would stick two fingers in her pussy and squeeze his thumb into her clitoris, and then he would rub his fucked-up fingers all over her ass, and he would stick one finger in at a time, and the pussy would serve as a lubricant. Marcia was twitching and moaning with the mole's stick, which by that time was hard again. - Aunt, make it four for me. - No Silvio, you'll hurt me, your cock is too big. - Auntie, trust me... I'm not going to put it all in, just a little bit... if the lady wants it, I feel it... let me eat your bundle just a little bit... please. Promise you won't hurt me. - I promise, I won't hurt you, because I want this to happen again, trust me... I almost laughed in my pants when I saw my wife get on all fours, all slick, with that beautiful ass all pulled up for another man, and she laid her head on the side, with those big breasts spreading out to the sides, and she got her ass all open... she was crazy hard... you could feel it from a mile away. Silvio stuck his dick in his little bucket and went back and forth very slowly to make his dick even sweeter, he put his big head on my wife's ass, and he started pushing, very slowly. I gave a close-up of Marcia's face that was facing the camera, and she was ecstatic, eyes closed and mouth open, half smiling. When Silvio groaned loudly, I almost felt the head of his stick passing the little ring of my wife's ass, and then he stopped and stood still. She lifted her ass even higher and told him to go very slowly: "Silvio, how delicious... hummmmm my delicious nephew, so move a little bit... so push just a little bit more... for... ahhhh what a boner... I'll have fun again". And started masturbating, with his butt sticking up and half of that cock stuck in his ass... Silvio was drooling, holding himself so as not to put everything in at once... he went and came... when his head was about to come out he pushed it in, slowly. - Shhhhh I'm going to enjoy your cock Silvio, I'm going to gooooo gozaaarrrrr ahhhhhhhhh what a delight... ahhhhh how delicious. - Aunt, you're joking too... I'm going to fill this little bundle with shit. And he laughed his ass off, he didn't put any more in, but he didn't take an inch out either, he just sat there shivering on my wife's ass, moaning and moaning. When he took off his jacket, the bitch almost sneezed all over the bed. The two of them lay exhausted, sweaty and sweaty... my wife smiling, all soft... and I was all teased too... and I couldn't take it and I punched a lady. They kissed a couple of times, and she told him to go away so he wouldn't look bad in the neighborhood, so no one would suspect anything, and he got dressed, and before he left, he said he didn't want it to happen again, and she said they'd have to take a break, and then they'd talk about it. After he left, I left the room and went to bed next to my little wife, she was already snoring, tired, sweating, spitting... she had a lot of milk pouring out of her cup and her butt... I lay down next to her and adjusted myself to sleep a little and wait for the morning to make love to my wife, watching the movie I had just shot... I couldn't wait. That's it.