Me, my husband and Mr. Jose.

By adventure. Hello everyone, my name is Vera, but they call me Verinha because of my height. I am 42 years old today, well lived, 1.55 m, 58 kg, light brown, green eyes. I'm going to tell you the story of a love triangle that existed at the beginning of my marriage to Carlos 22 years ago. The text was very long, but I did not want to tell it in parts so as not to miss important details experienced by myself, my husband and the main character of this story, Mr José. This story was written in memory of this person who was very special to both me and my husband. Unfortunately, today your José no longer lives among us, but wherever he is I'm sure he will appreciate this simple homage. I'm absolutely convinced that very few people have lived with such intensity, a love triangle like this one that I'm about to tell you about. Even though it's a very long text, it's worth reading to the end, because you will surely get excited and masturbate a lot in the course of this story. This is my version of the story written by my husband. (To Mr José with affection, everlasting memories) Let's get to the report. I met Carlos when I was still a teenager, I was only 14 years old and he was 16. Carlos was a handsome boy. He was 1.70 meters tall, very light brown, with brown hair and eyes, always a wonderful smile on his face. One of the qualities that I loved most in Carlos was his sense of humor and the attention he devoted and still devotes to me. Carlos had an athletic body not built in gyms, but by the hard life of the countryside, it didn't take much for me to fall hopelessly in love with him. I was still a girl at the time, but I already had my predicates: a pair of green eyes, a thin waist, a pointy beak, thick thighs, medium to large hard breasts, I was the cute little guy as my closest friends called me, and, modesty aside, I made men and boys turn their necks when I walked past them. The feeling was mutual, because soon there was a chemistry between us. After Carlos finished high school, he proposed to me. As was the custom in small towns in the countryside, dating was short, people got married young, and soon after Carlos finished a vocational course and got his first job on a small farm, we got married soon after, I was 18 and Carlos was 20 when we got married. In my home, talking about sex was taboo. My mother was very private about it, so I got married without knowing much about life. My experiences with sex were summed up in conversations with older friends, some pornographic magazines that I would sneak out of my brother's pocket, and spicy movies that I would also sneak into when I was home alone, and, of course, some slightly more daring fights with Carlos when we were away from my parents' watchful eyes. I was raised under a strict regime where every woman in the family had to come to the altar a virgin, and it wouldn't be any different with me. Although totally inexperienced in sexual matters, I had many fantasies in my head that I hoped to fulfill one day, perhaps after marriage and in common agreement with my husband. Fate took us to a distant region about 100 miles from where we lived, separating us from our families. The owner was Mr. José, he was having difficulty touching the crop due to many pests that infested the crops, so he was forced to seek help from a newly graduated technician, because he did not have many resources at the time to hire an agronomist. Your Joseph, a 50-year-old man, white, strong, very tall, a giant of more than 2,00 meters in height and more or less, about 140 kg. He was not fat, he was very good for his age, he was a handsome, attentive and very helpful man. I became very friendly with Mrs. Márcia, wife of Mr. José, and Carlos also got along very well with the couple. We became very intimate, we frequented their house daily, and they also liked to visit us. Our house was a few meters from the main house. Carlos and I lived happily, we had an intense sex life, but within the standards of Christian marriage. I had seen several porn films and read many erotic stories in the magazines that I took secretly from my brother, I wanted to change a little, because in my little girl's head, there were always various sexual fantasies, but the fear of speaking for my husband and hurting him, prevented me from even mentioning them to him, let alone performing them. Life went on normally, until one day Dona Márcia fell ill, and after an exhaustive battery of tests, it was found that she had cancer in a very advanced state, a few months later she died, a fact that shook us too much and also most of the residents of the city, because the couple was very loved in the region. Your José became a completely different person than he was: Sad, quiet, he lived wandering around the place, work and home became his routine. I took care of your José's house to keep it always clean. Carlos and I made sure that your José made his meals at home. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. His José, after the death of his wife Márcia, began to drink a lot, especially on weekends, sometimes losing all sense of composure. Carlos and I understood, because the fact that he had lost his companion of so many years, certainly was not being anything easy for him. His José now except for me and my husband, had no one else in the world, because like him, Dona Márcia was also an only child, and his parents had died, and they had lost contact with their relatives a long time ago. A long time after the death of Dona Márcia, on a Sunday night that a tremendous storm was brewing, Carlos saw José on the balcony of his house only in bermuda appearing to be completely drunk and commented with me. When I looked, I saw José on the terrace trying to get up from inside a puddle of water, so Carlos ran to help him, but as he was very heavy, he could not lift him, so he called me to give him a boost. I ran out in the rain in such a hurry that I did not even notice that I was wearing only a very short silk sweater, for I was getting ready for bed. It took us a long time to be able to drag him into his house. We were all wet from head to toe. We decided to take off his bermuda to dry him and put him on the bed, because we couldn't leave him in that state, he could catch a cold or even a pneumonia. When I took off her bermuda from her José, both my husband and I were struck by the volume that formed under the man's underpants. I mentioned leaving the room, but Carlos insisted that he stay with it, and without any ceremony my husband took off his underpants leaving him completely naked in front of me. I was a little embarrassed, but still, I couldn't take my eyes off that dick, I had no way. I began to get excited with a thousand libidinous thoughts sailing through my head and at the same time trying to disguise myself so that Carlos wouldn't notice, and by the volume that formed on my husband's bermuda I realized that he was also excited and enjoying the situation, because no matter how much I tried to disguise myself, I couldn't take my eyes off his Joseph's legs. We took Your Joseph into the room with him resting one arm on Carlos's shoulder and the other arm on mine, I realized that my husband noticed when Your Joseph's hand fell on my little chest causing it to rub against him as we walked. I thought he would get angry, but he pretended not to notice, but still I noticed on his face a malicious smile, I thought to myself: Is he testing me or is he enjoying seeing another man bully me? I took a towel and gave it to my husband to dry, I was surprised when Carlos said it was for me to dry it. I didn't understand why, but I also did not do the ceremony. I started by the hair and went down to dry his body, and when I got to that huge cock I was in doubt whether I should take it to dry it or not, I was afraid of my husband's reaction, and at the same time afraid that his José would wake up and catch me with his hand on his. Imagine if his José woke up? Surely it would be a very embarrassing situation for me as much as for Carlos, so I looked at José and saw that he was still in that completely unconscious state. Without knowing what to do Carlos looked at him to see his reaction, I saw that my husband was happy to eat his cock, and I pushed his huge cock around the ceiling, and I was even more afraid that my husband was mad, and I pushed his cock around the ceiling, and I was afraid that his José would wake up and catch me with his hand on his. I had to bend over your Joseph to reach some part of his body. I think the sight of my little bundle with my panties stuck in my reins holding that pussy, made Carlos not resist and without thinking of the consequences pulled my panties to the side and stuck two fingers in my pussy, which was completely wet with so much horny. How dare you do this in front of your Joseph? Carlos ignored my arguments and continued to eat my bowl with his fingers while I was still holding that huge dick. The joy came overwhelmingly inside of me, my legs panted and I literally fell on his Joseph moaning softly while Carlos increased the in and out of his fingers inside my little bucket. My bastard husband looking at me like that asked: - Do you still want me to stop you? - Aren't you enjoying being fucked holding another man's dick? At that moment, I realized that my husband's fantasies went way beyond my own, and I was sure that one of them was to see his wife giving it to another man in front of him, and I stayed in mine to see how far it would go, because I was loving it, too. Carlos kept fucking me with his fingers and asked again: - If you haven't answered it's because you're enjoying it isn't it really your whore? You want me to stop at home? - Ahh, love, your Joseph is fainted really and will not even notice, continue my good! It's very good. My husband pulled his fingers out of me and like a desperate falling from his mouth into my juicy root wanting to turn me upside down, I groaned and writhed all while mocking in my husband's mouth. Carlos pulled his stick out of the bermuda, it was as stiff as an iron, and the damned one time stuck everything in my little bucket. His stick went in and out of me so quickly that several times my husband had to hold it so as not to mock soon. I whispered dying of fear of his Joseph waking up from the joint: - Put some more, put some more, put some more. My husband punched his cock so hard in my pussy that it pushed my face against the pocket of his Joseph that I had not yet let go. In one of my husband's attacks I opened my mouth and that same giant mole filled it completely, I gave a little sucker in the head to feel the taste of that male and quickly pulled it so that my husband did not realize this is, if he did not realize, which I doubt, because he hit me harder and harder, I could not stand it anymore, I shouted: - I'm going to have fun. <unk>Aiiiiiii. Vouuuuuuu goooooozarrrrrrr! My pussy was contracting and my body shook announcing a delicious orgasm. My husband joked along with me filling me with fuck, it was the most mind-blowing sex I had with my husband so far. My little tub was flooded, and even after Carlos pulled his dick out of it, his pussy was pouring down my legs. Oh, my God, that's crazy! Carlos said with a smile. - I think your Jose is still passed out, because his cock is still soft. - By the way you adored your Joseph's cock, for at no time did he let go of it! I don't remember you asking me to let her go. We had a lot of laughs as I cleaned and dried my husband's dick that kept dripping down my legs, and after I finished drying and arranging his Joseph on the bed by putting a blanket over him, my husband and I went back to our house. The night rolled over in our bed, we talked about our fantasies and spent the whole night fucking and reminiscing about our amazing adventure. Carlos told me that he loved to eat me in front of his José, and said that instead of feeling jealous, he felt a lot of desire to see me holding his dick. I confess that I also loved that situation. I imagined all the time that cock inside my little mouth. I thought to myself, if it was soft that size, imagine rigid? Could I endure that strovenga inside me? Wouldn't it tear me all? I had to find a way to seduce that giant and ideas were what I didn't lack, because my husband made me understand that this was one of his fantasies, not only did he tell me that I could give it to him, but for a good listener, a few words were enough. At the same time I imagined being very disproportionately small, I was 155 kg, 46 kg in his time, and a huge man with two meters more height and almost 150 kg, and if there, the size and the hardness, I had already decided that I wanted that man. I thought about how much of a scandal it would be if my family and Carlos' family found out about it if it happened, but if the person I loved the most had given me the green light, why not give it a try, if I sensed any rejection from my husband, I would abort my mission. Our lives from that night on would never be the same. The next day when your Joseph came to our house for breakfast, he gave the impression that he vaguely knew that something different had happened the night before, for he asked if we had been in his house. The three of us sat at the table having breakfast, we told him about the grave in the yard and the bath we had to give him. His Joseph remembered that he had awakened naked, he asked: But you gave me a naked bath? - Did the sister-in-law see me naked? I quickly replied: What's wrong with that? - The Lord is our friend and if need be we'll do it again, won't I? Carlos said that there was no problem, that he was a very special person to us and that we would do anything to help him get through this difficult phase of his life. Your Joseph was moved almost to tears, saying that he was very ashamed, and that he would be eternally grateful to us. From that day on, I didn't worry about what I was wearing. I actually got a lot bolder. I began to wear very short shorts that revealed part of my bundle, flip-flops that revealed the beak of my breasts in certain movements, and semi-transparent sweaters with nothing underneath. Your Joseph at first disguised himself as if he understood nothing, but sometimes he could not resist and fixed his eyes on my modestly perfect little body. I doubted that he did not feel the desire to take to bed a 20-year-old nympho, beautiful and with everything in place. Both Carlos and I noticed that José was super excited when he saw me in those suits, because the volume of his pants denounced him, I noticed several times that José was trying to disguise his cock so that we wouldn't notice his erection, but it was difficult to hide all that, if my goal was to seduce José, I was succeeding and I felt very happy about it. Carlos made it clear that he was not jealous, but he certainly wanted to know what was going on in my mind. One night, my husband and I were lying in bed, and to test him, I brought up the widowhood of your Joseph, saying that he was sorry he was still alone, and that it was time for him to turn around and get a girlfriend. To provoke him further he said: - What a waste, a man like that with no one to take care of him. Carlos, I wonder how big your Joseph's dick is when he's aroused. - If you're so curious, why don't you ask him to show you? - You think I don't notice the state the poor guy gets into when he sees you in those suits you wear in front of him just to provoke him? I thought you didn't care what I wore. - Bobina, I can't be jealous of you with your José, and besides, I love how you dress. At that moment I felt that my little husband was crazy to see his wife end up in the piss of his Joseph, because at the same moment he climbed on me, lifted my sweater, placed his stick in my soaked pocket, and penetrated me at once. <unk> You have desire to see Your Joseph naked and of hard stick isn't it? He's going to fuck me all over! Oh, honey, don't be mad, but I do, and that hard-ass must be so cute. Carlos penetrated me hard, biting my nipples, looking for my mouth to kiss it, he was hallucinating, and to give wings to his imagination, he moaned a lot and pressed his body against mine. How delicious is your cock in my bowl, make your wife happy! Surely he was fantasizing about his Joseph instead. My husband, striking me violently in the face, asked me: <unk> Do you want to feel the fart of your Joseph in your little bucket? - Push it harder! No, honey, I'm just curious. I began to groan loudly in a prolonged orgasm as Carlos frantically pumped his dick into me until I was flooded with fucking again. As we were recovering from that sex session, my husband hugged me tight and said in my ear, I love you so much, baby, and I'll do anything to make you happy... Until you share your little wife with another man? - If that is your wish, and that man is your Joseph, it's up to you to decide... he kissed me on the mouth he hugged me and fell asleep on me. On a Saturday after they arrived from Roza, I saw Carlos entering the house of Seu José. About two hours later, he comes to our house and I asked why he didn't stay longer to keep him company. Carlos told me that his José opened a liter of whiskey and began to drink, and due to the effect of alcohol, he began to get very mellow and speak what came into his head. Your Joseph said that I'm happy to have a wonderful and very beautiful woman like you, and that he finds you too hot. - Can you believe he had the guts to say that to my face? Carlos laughed as he told what his José had said about me and I was curious to tell him more. - You want to know what else he told me? Out of curiosity , I said: - Spit it out, man. - Your Joseph said that you naked must be crazy, that I'm a lucky guy to be able to eat you whenever I want, while he has to settle for jerking off thinking about you and blah, blah, blah. After listening to a lot of talk about his qualities, I left him already staggering and talking softly. I asked him to stop drinking and to go take a bath for dinner and go to bed, because a night's sleep would do him good. I got a little wet just thinking what your José thought about me, I was still traveling in my thoughts when I heard the cries of your José calling for Carlos. Curious to know what was going on, Carlos hurried out of the shower and went to see what he wanted. I was anxious for Carlos to return soon, and before long, I saw my husband coming towards me a little euphoric and said: - Your Joseph is drunk, and he said he'll only stop drinking and take a bath if you ask him to. I spoke for my husband: - Isn't it just a pretense so we can bathe in it again? My husband said: - Come on, it doesn't cost us anything to give him a little attention. I realized in that moment that what I had been waiting for in time was about to happen. Something inside me told me that if I went with my husband, nothing would ever be the same. I confess I was wondering if I should go or not, it's one thing to have a fantasy, it's another to let this fantasy come true. I was ready for bed, wearing only an almost transparent white silk sweater and as usual with nothing underneath. I confess that I was very afraid, but seeing my husband's anxious face and insistence, I decided to accompany him. - Carlos I'll go with you, but first I'll put on something more appropriate. Your Joseph is like a member of the family, why this freshness now? - Go ahead, you look beautiful. Carlos took my hand and almost dragged me to his José's house. On the way I thought to myself, you know what the hell, whatever has to be will be, God willing. Arriving at the house of his Joseph I realized that my suspicions were well founded, a bit was a pretense on his part, for as soon as he saw me in those suits grew eyes on my body. - You mean you won't take a bath to sleep unless I ask you to? All right, then, let's go to the bathroom. Without blinking his Joseph answered in the bush: - I'll only go if you give me a bath again. I looked at my husband, he winked at me and nodded his head in agreement. I went with your José to the bathroom and Carlos followed us keeping a certain distance. In the bathroom, I took off the man's shirt, unbuttoned his trousers and left him in his underwear. Standing at the door, my husband saw me unbutton his Joseph's underwear and his half-hard cock jumped out and almost hit my face. I opened the shower and began to soap the body of Your Joseph who smiled pleased not believing what was happening. I looked at my husband, he pressed his stick over his pants watching us. And it came to pass, when I came to Joseph's bosom, that I took hold of him, and began to smite him with my fist. And he wept for joy, and said, That's it, my tasty one, take that fuck who's crazy to eat you. I thought to myself, if you're in the rain, you're supposed to get wet. I slowly began to lick His Joseph's stick that kept growing, and I could see how huge it was, more than twice the size of my husband's and much thicker. As I sucked, it grew bigger and bigger until that little head of his barely fit in my little mouth and his tongue went through that monstrosity and down to his balls that were about the size of golf balls. I was holding that chest with both hands barely able to fully embrace it, not to mention that there was still half of the dick left for me to suck. Sometimes I'd take that giant shit out of my mouth and wonder, and I'd make a little worried face, wondering if my little bucket would hold all the eight-inch roll of Your Joseph in it. Meanwhile, my husband watched us straighten his poop out of his pants. He wanted to be able to read his thoughts. Was this the scene he had imagined? Did he think that one day he would see his little wife drooling, gagging, moaning, crying on another man's dick? Did he think that one day his fantasy would come true in this way? Seeing him masturbate, I traveled in that dream and started a hallucinatory blow job. Your Joseph just moaned and groaned that he was going to tear my bucket. So I took off my already wet sweater and hugged his Joseph rubbing my still innocent little body into his, saying: Carlos is also mad to see you eat me. - That's what you want, isn't it? - Let's go to the room I'm also crazy to give my kiss for you, come on! Unconcerned with the presence of my husband, Your Joseph took me in his arms as one takes a baby. I was like a fragile little child in the arms of that man. Your Joseph lovingly laid me down on the bed and began to suck my nipples while I groaned deliciously feeling that warm tongue travel from one breast to the other in a fraction of a second. Alternately my giant stood with his tongue and gave light bites on the beaks of my breasts, and I trembled all over with the caresses of my new lover. What a treat! Between one suck and another, Your Joseph kept taking those little bites very slowly and I was delirious going crazy. - It won't stop! - Suck my little titties! What a treat! Your Joseph proved to be an experienced man with women. He went down, kissing my little belly until he came to my smooth, smelly, tight little mouth that was preparing to receive a huge invader. His Joseph willing to make the most of it, began to give little suckers around my little bucket, I moaned a lot and kept breathing faster. Carlos sat in the corner of the room while he took off his clothes just enjoying his wife being devoured by that homenzarrão. I wanted to know what was going on in the head of my husband Seeing his Joseph licking and sucking my tight little bucket, hairpin that until that moment had been only his. When your Joseph separated my vaginal lips and shoved his tongue deep into my little mouth, I couldn't resist and let out a loud and pleasant groan filling his mouth with my joy. Your Joseph realizing that he was having an orgasm began to suck my cricket frantically with the intention of giving me maximum pleasure. My husband punched himself like a little boy watching his parents fuck through the keyhole. He didn't seem to believe that his little wife was standing with her little legs outstretched offering her little mouth to be sucked by that insatiable giant. I was having one orgasm after another and rhythm my hips with the movement of the tongue of your Joseph in my little kiss and whispered: It's very tasty, very good, keep going! <unk> Aaiii how delicious, does not stop! I couldn't take it and I made fun of him again while my husband came closer to us and washed the fucking sheet. Your Joseph seemed tireless, too much time without a wife and I always fighting for him, it was normal the rage I had for me. Your Joseph gave a kiss on my little kiss, and went up with his tongue running all over my body while giving me a slight bite that creaked me all over, I was completely surrendered and totally at the mercy of that man. His Joseph came to my nipples and took a few bites on my cheekbones that my whole body trembled, his mouth sought mine and our tongues hurt wonderfully while his monstrous cock pressed between my legs waiting for an opportunity to penetrate my little mouth. When his Joseph kissed me, I clearly realized that my husband and he had set up for everything to happen that way, because I did not feel in his breath the smell of a person who said he was drunk. I wanted to know how my husband was feeling seeing that giant over his frail, little wife who was about to be slaughtered by that indomitable stallion. I looked at my husband and moaned like a dog in heat begging for your Joseph to put that pile of nerve in my little bucket. His Joseph, guessing my thoughts, got up, laid me down on the bed so that my little bundle was pulled up, ready to be penetrated. I groaned softly, letting some concern show on my face. His Joseph gave another lick in my pocket, put two fingers in it and was making movements to lace it. I was still a little scared and in fear of that tora I pulled my bundle even more to facilitate the maximum penetration. His Joseph began to brush that huge cock at the back of my little finger. When I felt the enormous glans, forcing the entrance of my root, I put my hand instinctively, not believing that all that would enter me, in fact my little finger seemed too small to receive all that in it. I looked at my husband and realized that he too was somewhat concerned about me. Your Joseph, as if guessing our thoughts, took my little hand away and tried to calm us down. - You're thinking it won't fit Verinha? - You'll endure like a little whore! - You're gonna beg me to put it all in you. Your Joseph put the head of his dick in my little kiss and was forcibly separating my vaginal lips. I groaned softly, making an effort to hold on. He was pushing and pulling his head out very slowly until he dilated my vaginal canal. Little by little he was entering more and more. I groaned, grabbed the sheet, bit the pillow fronts I felt myself being dragged and torn inside. I felt that stick stretching and filling every space that existed inside me. I groaned loudly as I was being invaded by that colossus that seemed to have no end. I felt something inside me forcing my uterus causing a little discomfort I did not ask to stop anymore. The calm that your Joseph possessed me was making it possible for me to be enduring that invader breaking through my bowels. His Joseph stopped a little penetration perhaps feeling my body stiff for fear of not bearing his whole stick inside me, and, der suddenly he forced a little more and bogged down the rest that was missing at once snatching a cry of pain from my throat. I had the impression that I fainted for a few seconds, my legs softened and if by chance your José did not hold me I would have fallen. Your José stopped moving, so I could get used to the new intruder. My worried husband asked me if I wanted to quit. I still in a half hoarse voice said: Don't even think about it, my love, that's all I want. A few minutes later, a little more at ease, I began to move my little bundle very slowly, and I was moving back and forth and shouting a little when I felt your Joseph's dick pushing my uterus. Little by little the initial pain passed and I was feeling pleasure instead of discomfort. I felt my bladder much more dilated and moistened, my bladder no longer offering much resistance to your Joseph's assaults. His Joseph realizing that he had succeeded in his attempts began to put faster and much stronger to that huge roll in my shawl. Every blow I took, I moaned loudly and rolled in that chest that was tearing my insides apart. My husband looked at me and couldn't believe that I was putting up with all that stuff inside me. - Didn't I tell you you could handle anything? - Now move your hot one! - Shove that delicious little bundle in my poop! You'll never be the same again. - Stutter on my dick I want to hear your whore. I moaned not because he asked, but why