My husband brought a friend to fuck me!

I'm Sophia, and I just turned 54. I decided to open the game and tell everyone about my life, full of delicious sexual madness that makes me have wonderful orgasms. Brown-eyed, green-haired brunette, 5'6", 160 pounds, full breasts, tail, a fleshy, wrinkled ass, supported by a beautiful pair of legs. When I walk by, men can't help but turn their necks. Despite my age, I'm still hot and I love to provoke the males with short dresses, glued to the body and always in high heels. I hardly wear panties when I'm in a dress or out, because when I cross my legs and feel a man's crazy gaze, 100 percent of the time I'm completely soaked. I was born to get shit in my pants. I can't go more than two days without climbing. In fact, when my pussy is like this, I'm crazy to feel a really big dick inside her, and all the male has to do is demonstrate corresponding attitudes, spreading his legs quickly and it's delicious. I love being subdued by four, having my hair pulled out with the male hooked on my rabbi. If men look at me with a hard-on, wanting to fuck my sexy body, women also measure me from top to bottom, mostly out of envy, but that makes me even bolder and naughtier. Until I was 19 years old, I lived in a small country town, and incredibly, in addition to being a virgin, I was also totally ignorant of sex. The craving had not yet awakened in my body, perhaps because of leading a life of suffering and no fun, being forced to work all day under the scorching sun in my parents' little place, where our family's livelihood comes from. Despite the hard life I was a pretty girl. What didn't help were the unattractive clothes of humble people wearing my body. Everything changed when at the city party in June of that year, I met Fernando, a handsome young man who fell in love with me and asked me out on a date. Also charmed by him, I decided to accept this completely unexpected offer. Fernando was 20 years old at the time, also dark, the same height as me, and a very beautiful body because he was always swimming and playing football. He worked at the local supermarket, was section chief, and had a reasonable salary. My family didn't object to our dating, and he started hanging out at our place almost every day after work. When I was kissed on the mouth for the first time, I felt that my body received a shock of electrical energy that triggered a chain reaction, and for the first time, I felt my little virgin doll twitch all over. But what made my hard-on explode for good was when my boyfriend pulled his pin out and made me grab it. The heat and the smell of your pint made me so horny that when my all-conquering boyfriend insinuated that he wanted a "proud", I knelt down and mumbled like a hungry heifer. I got splashed with boiling fuck down my throat and enjoyed, just feeling for the first time a male make fun of my thirsty mouth. Fernando was also very inexperienced, for he eventually confessed that until he met me he had had only two sexual experiences. A girl had made a "proud" of him and had only fucked once with a prostitute. My boyfriend, although handsome and well-spoken, was very shy around women, and as I became more sexually savvy I discovered that the reason for this shyness was the size of his penis. He was small and thin, and from comments from other women and from porn magazines, I soon learned that most of them were much bigger than him. But to me, that "little detail" didn't matter, I was crazy to grab and suck on his little chicken that would end up filling my mouth with hot fucking. Soon I lost my little asshole and got into the habit of giving it a go. When my boyfriend said he wanted to get married right away so he could take the 'selinho' away from my virgin doll, I didn't even wait for the wedding day. I didn't even feel any pain when my shell was broken, only a little bit of blood actually came out, and when I felt a fart for the first time in my shell, it was delicious. My pussy exploded with pleasure when she felt my future fucking husband inside her. Fernando worried about a pregnancy without yet having a well-established financial life, took me to the gynecologist and started taking contraceptives. Well, it's a good thing he did, because the way I was a total freak, wanting to fit in all the time, I certainly would have gotten pregnant in no time. After our marriage, Fernando got a better job at the supermarket where he worked, and with the increase in his salary, things got even better. My handsome husband was a person who knew how to captivate people and was also very competent in his work and when after 2 years a big network acquired that market in our small town, soon after he became the manager of that branch. After some time my husband was invited to be a supervisor of the company, and we had to move to the headquarters city of the network. That move also caused quite a stir in our quiet, peaceful life. If before I was a wife who had an intense fire in her pussy, everything got even hotter with lots of parties, barbecues, ballads with lots of beautiful people. We were always invited to have fun, and Fernando made sure we were there. I also realized that if my handsome husband wasn't a jealous man, both when we lived in that small town and when we moved to a big city, he showed himself to be totally liberal and even encouraged me to wear sexier clothes. When I went to stores to buy clothes, Fernando made sure to accompany me, and when trying on dresses, shorts, or miniskirts, he made sure to choose the shortest and sexiest ones that left my body almost exposed. If he didn't care that his beloved wife was dressed like a "show girl", logically, I wouldn't even think about contradicting him. At 23 years old, all hot, with a full body, and with the full approval of my handsome husband, I'm gonna be a very bold peregrine. So as not to mark the little dresses glued to my body, I stopped wearing panties, and my fully shaved sweatshirt always looked graceful when I sat down. My miniskirts and dresses were so short that I couldn't help but show them off, and another thing that drove men crazy was that when I bent over, my big, bouncy ass always left a little bit of the pocket money out. At the gym I attended three times a week, my lycra shorts made my body look like it had been vacuum-packed, and as tight as they were, they revealed the sheer volume of my camel-legged, tissued shirt. The girl who worked at the gym used to joke with me, saying that if I was a man, by the size of my cunt, I'd have a huge dick. I lived off all sorts of singing and although I enjoyed being harassed by a bunch of males, I remained loyal to my handsome husband who treated me like a queen. It's just that I could already see that my fidelity was coming to an end. My cunt, my cousin, and most of all, my mouth, were imagining another pussy that was much bigger and thicker than my husband's. After all, men also reveal the size of their suitcases, and I noticed that too. When I watched a pornographic movie or read an erotic story, I would end up in delicious circuses, fantasizing about crazy adventures. I couldn't believe that with all the fire I had in my shaved, hairless pussy, I'd only ever tasted my husband's chicken. That's when my then-husband commented that that weekend we were going to a barbecue party at a friend's cabin. Fernando never turned down an invitation to a party. He loved to take me to these crowded places and show everyone that he had a beautiful, hot wife. I knew about this fetish of yours and I had a thing for clothes like when the sexier the better. I had realized that if one day we were invited to a fancy party and I made up to go as Eve, totally naked, my handsome husband would certainly not mind and maybe even encourage me. After four years of marriage, living with my handsome husband, I could tell that the bastard really liked to know that other men were turned on by my bold, totally revealing outfits. After these parties, he'd get all moody and want to fuck all my little holes, especially my tight little ass. If there was one thing that I never did, and that I noticed other women who wore shorts did, it was worry about whether or not the panties would show up, which, by the way, was a piece of clothing that I rarely wore. When I crossed my legs what really came out was my whitish, fully shaved pussy. Those little games of showing and hiding my pussy made me totally wet. The party was scheduled for 3:00 p.m., and when we arrived, I saw that the place was beautiful, that it had a wonderful swimming pool and a huge house, with balconies on the sides and a grove, all very well taken care of. The summer heat was intense and there were already many people in the pool. The sound of dancing music was great and the smell of meat was great. My husband has already grabbed some beer cans, I took off my little dress and as I was wearing a bikini underneath, I jumped in the pool to freshen up and show my perfect body, all knitted at the gym. I kept my tan and my perfectly outlined freckles in a small fiberglass pool in the back of my house. My bikini was shockingly small, and its color was the most eye-catching. A tanned brunette in a white bikini, I couldn't help but attract attention, especially if the bikini was tucked up in the middle of a fleshy, ripped ass, and the top couldn't even cover my breasts properly. Accompanied by my husband, I wasn't even there and I walked around like a little street whore. The women certainly didn't even look at my face much, and they were certainly calling me a slut and a tramp. It was amazing how this kind of behavior made me extremely excited. When we went for a walk around the cottage to meet her, my husband started kissing and fondling me and then he put me on all fours, leaned me against a tree, pulled my bikini aside and kicked my ass. When I was getting ready, the bastard made a quick joke, making me miss him, but when I looked around, there were two women passing by, and despite the sound of the music, I could hear what they were saying when they saw me fucking my husband: That brunette over there, she's the one in the white bikini, who was showing off to the guys at the pool! When they looked back, I gave a mocking smile, pointed my middle finger at them and just like a son of a bitch, I turned my ass around and rolled. The rest of the day passed quickly and soon it got dark and several people left, but also some more arrived and on the front porch, to the sound of the pagoda, many people danced and because of the drink already rolled some more sensual rubbing between some couples. The darkness around the house was quite conducive to mischief and you could see couples moving away from the scene to pick up each other. As soon as it got dark, I took off my bikini, put on my microphone in a knitted dress, no panties, with a heels size, stood next to my husband, watching him play cards with his friends. As they were playing near the window, I noticed the couples dancing and noticed a strong mulatto dancing with the wife of our friend who was at the gambling table with my husband. The mulatto was wearing a fair shorts and a T-shirt and showed that he knew how to dance very well rolling nice to the sound of the pagoda. Marcia, the wife of our friend, accompanied the subject discreetly and it was easy to see that the bastard, dressed in a tightly knit shorts and blouse, was willingly rubbing herself on the mulatto's belly. She threw her body against his without being able to disguise the excitement she felt in that all-sexy dance. The music stopped and she went back to the table and sat next to me and then I played with her saying: - Marcia, the guy who was dancing with you, he's crazy, I liked to see him. She gave me a silly little smile and whispered in my ear: - It's true, my friend, I wanted to continue dancing with him, it was a delight, but my husband is very jealous, it's better to avoid, although it doesn't help much, right? Marcia had already had a few more beers and was horny to the fullest and so I kept saying: I thought the mulatto was going to eat you while you were dancing! She then gave a conniving smile and said: - Friend..., I'll confess something to you..., that bastard made me crazy..., I'm all wet..., he has a huge roll..., that rubbing on my bouquet, was driving me crazy with a hard-on..., he's a very crazy bastard! Marcia left saying that she was going to the bathroom and get more beer and then the mulatto dancer came to my side inviting me to dance. Smiling, I asked him to wait a little bit, and I went to the gaming table, to ask my beautiful husband, if I could dance with another man. My husband, smiling, waved to the mulatto and said I could dance with whoever I wanted. Jonas was the name of the mulatto and I knew my husband because he worked as a salesman and had talked to him a few times. When the music began, the mulatto had already pulled me towards his strong body and I felt that the dance was about to get very hot. That mulatto, besides being a bigot, was also a man of action, because as soon as we first walked around the hall I could feel his huge roll turned to my right side, fitting on top of my shaved skirt and separated only by the knitted fabric of my microvest. He rolled, rolled, and rubbed hard against his huge, completely hard roller. I could feel the warmth of that huge volume in the middle of my thighs. Jonas was already praising me saying that I had worn a bikini and that I was certainly one of the most beautiful of that barbecue, and that Fernando, my husband, was a lucky man. Fucking macho talk, what a fucking bitch likes to hear! My little girl was already all messed up, feeling that stunted male jerk me off like that. Since I had so many couples dancing and Jonah realizing that I was enjoying it so much, slid his hands behind my back and pulled my body hard against his and every freak, said in my ears: - That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right. My body was on fire listening to that bastard, the bastard was treating me like a whore and when I imagined that that pale mulatto would drag me into the middle of the woods and break into my xana, the wife of our friend who had danced with the mulatto before me, came to my side saying: - Your husband's been asking about you, friend. I think I'd better go see what he's up to. I was furious that I had to interrupt that delicious piece of shit. My pussy was dripping with so much horny and when I got to the gaming table my smiling husband said: You love to dance... are you going to tell me that Jonas stepped on your foot? - Marcia said you had asked for me, I came to see what my beautiful husband was wanting! I think Marcia's had too much to drink, darling. She was in the next room watching our game, but I didn't even talk to her. At that moment I realized that bitch Marcia had passed me by. She wanted to dance and rub on the mulatto pauzudo and had invented that my husband wanted to talk to me. Marcia's husband, already completely "breastfed", was almost dozing off in a chair. My husband gave the turn to another player and as I watched the couples dancing, I noticed that Marcia and the mulatto were sneaking out of the place and instinctively I pulled Fernando by the arm saying: Come with me, honey. I think I found out why Marcia lied to me. My husband accompanied me without understanding anything and we went down the stairs at the back of the house and then, we saw Márcia and Jonas enter a small wooden room that served as a pantry. The rascal would climb with the pale mulatto and, very slowly, we were getting there and, as it had a small window half open you could see that the rascal had already gotten quite hot. Marcia was already on her knees, sucking like a madwoman on the mulatto's huge, headless roll, who was fucking the bitch's mouth saying: - Swallow your dog..., you like big dick or slut..., married whore who likes to throw horn on her husband, with a very big dick..., suck..., lick your slut..., Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..., that's it..., breast on my roll..., Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! ... My beautiful husband whispered softly in my ear that I was loving watching it and the bastard was already perfectly fitted into my steep butt and, as I was also very crazy, I had already lifted the back of the dress and in seconds my husband's hard little pussy was already sliding in the groove of my ass. Our married friend was fucked in the mouth, no mercy. The sick mulatto would choke her by holding her neck and forcing that huge roll down that bitch's throat. I took my husband 's hand and whispered softly: - Play a siren for me darling... what a delight it is to watch other people's naivety... our... I'm crazy today... I want to have fun too! My husband was also enjoying it, and a lot, because his little chicken in moments was stuck in my ass, and the bastard rubbed my grill with force catching me tasty. It was the second time we'd fucked in that loft. He's late too! Inside the pantry Jonah placed Marcia of 4 on an old table, and all twisted, fitted that thick, headed roll and shook it all at once, and she, all full of freshness whispered: -Then, you freak, your roll is too big, go slow, you bastard, like this, you'll drag me, you horse! Jonah was a domineering male, because she didn't even finish talking and took two strong slaps on the ass and he said: - Shut your mouth slut..., go, roll there that hot ass..., stop freshness..., married bitch when you're giving to another male, you need to catch to know what is to give more hot..., roll your dog..., I'll leave that ass marked..., Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..., what a hot kiss..., she gives very hot for your male, slut! Marcia was a well-behaved whore, because she obeyed, right to the lunatic who filled his ass with tapas. My bouquet leaked so much that I enjoyed watching that wonderful fuck and of course, imagining myself in that slut's place. My little husband joked real fast, stuffing my ass full of hot fucking and then I whispered all sleazy: - Our friend's wife is such a whore, and the bitch can handle that big, fat mouth, if I were her, I'd be all over the place, what a big, fat mouth your friend has, I never even imagined that there was such a thing, and he puts it in her without mercy, huh? My husband's little chicken went soft escaping from my asshole, but he kept playing with my hard swollen rooster and whispered: - Sophia..., I had even heard conversations of women in the company who fucked with Jonas and commented that he had a ponytail... now I saw that it's true..., our..., Márcia is loving it..., is having fun like crazy..., and he knows how to fuck really hot..., she is loving it! Marcia moaned loudly in that little room saying: - Fuck me, you crazy dog, fuck my pussy, cuddle me, what a nice break, what a man, I love being your bitch... The chubby mulatto was beating the shit out of our friend's wife, the bitch was bouncing around like crazy, and we kept watching, and my little husband kept stroking my swollen grill. I 'd lost count of how many times I 'd made fun of him and every time I 'd whispered: When I danced with him I felt a big, hard thing rubbing against my pussy, but I didn't think it was that big. Look how Marcia moans. Certainly my husband was also enjoying very much what was rolling there, right in front of our eager eyes, because, every bastard, he came back to rub on my ass and I realized that his chick was getting hard again, it would be the third time in the day, and what he whispered in my ear made me get even more stubborn: - So you let Jonas rub his huge pussy on your little face, is it your crazy? ... And since you're not wearing panties..., did you feel everything? I'm even thinking that you'd like to be in Marcia's place, you crazy bastard! You can confess my little whore! My husband's little chicken was hard as a rock again, and from the way that conversation was going, I was sure it was going to get even hotter, and with all the craziness, I shoved my ass over and whispered, - If you fuck my little tesuda..., I'll tell you everything you want to hear..., fuck me now..., Aaaaaahhhhhh..., what a desire it is giving me to watch this bitch giving to your friend pauzudo..., surely I would like to be in her place..., being broken in by that cacetano..., Aaaaaahhhhh..., will my husband be angry..., discovering that his wife is dying to give to another male pauzudo..., Aaa aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..., what a delight... fuck me tasty... Aaaahhhhhh! I rolled very slowly, staring at my husband's little chicken, which, all teased, whimpered softly in my ear, without taking our eyes off the couple who entered willingly. The stooped mulatto held Marcia by the hair and every freak said: - That's right, so your bitch... enjoys my role... I love fucking a married whore... enjoys your bitch... enjoys that I'm going to fill this fucking bucket... aaahhh what a nice bucket you have... street bitch... I turned my face back and whispered, completely overcome with excitement: - Make fun of me again, you bastard, and imagine that instead of Marcia, there's your beautiful and hot wife, being broken into by that delicious fat man, Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'd love to give to that negation, I'll make fun of imagining that man fucking my little tesuda! I could hardly believe it when my whimpering husband tied up behind me mocked me for the third time that day. I enjoyed myself like a little puppy with my lovely husband's little chicken. What happened there in that place was an incredible madness that would change our lives from then on... Keep going. If you're enjoying this adventure of ours, please vote and comment, Sophia loves to read your comments. Kisses to all...