My Second Mac

I'm telling stories out of order as they come into my head. I've already told you in the very well-married series, how my husband introduced me to this world of whoring and mischief. This story is the sequel to that series. It happens that we didn't see this little whore that I am today from one hour to the next. I started to climb with Carlos and he was enough for me he was a wonderful male who did things with me that I had never imagined. Only my bastard husband wanted more, it was not enough for him I climb with his best friend he wanted other males for me and lived trying to convince me to fuck with more males. because I didn't want them they decided to set me up. they did, because carlos tbm was involved in this story. today I understand carlos. I demanded too much from him I wanted to go straight with him, I was in love with his dick, I wanted a lot of sex, carlos had a wife, children and several lovers to pay attention. and I getting heavy with him was too much and he decided to pass me to another. Come on. We lived in floripa and rented a house on a beach in a nearby town, to spend weekends, also on the coast. I liked to go there to climb with cars and the locals of that place were strange that sometimes I arrived there with cars, sometimes with my husband and sometimes with both of them. they suspected that I had a scoundrel in this story, but that's another story. On a Saturday morning we went there my husband and Carlos. My husband did not want to stay watching the fuck and went out to walk and buy fish. Shortly after knocked on the door and Carlos joked that the horn had not resisted and came back to watch, I said that it was probably him and that he had not taken the key. Carlos went to open the door naked and came back scared saying that it was not my husband but rather Webber a co-worker of both of us who was at the door. and that he had attended him. We stopped and we were watching and he stood outside the house. I wanted him to go away but he kept talking there. Webber is a German, white, very tall, strong, a little corpulent, babbling, babbling, that kind of guy who jokes with the truths. Then my husband comes back and the two of them meet, they knock on the door and I'm confused I'm going to open. They both come in and my husband explains that he went out to buy fish and I had stayed at home with Carlos. - little locks in there, huh? - my husband made up an excuse for a robbery that had taken place, but the linguarudo goes on: - There's nothing like a friend getting comfortable in each other's house, right? - my husband changed the subject and invited him to lunch with us. it was all I didn't want, but to do what. I asked him what he was doing out there on that deserted beach, and he said he was visiting a client, and he was passing by, and he saw our car, and he decided to pay us a visit. I was dying of anger and shame. he asked to talk to my husband and they went out in the yard, they talked for a while and then my husband comes to talk to me scared. he told my husband that he caught me fucking with carlos, but my husband told him that he knew everything. he said that he wanted to participate too, my husband said that he did not hate to do anything about it, who would decide it would be me, but he threatened to open his mouth and talk to everyone. he wanted to spend only one afternoon with me we would talk and if nothing rolled all right. he just wanted a chance with me. I said that for me all right, I didn't want anything with him. so they could set up when he wanted. We'd make an appointment for the next day, and he'd stop by my house, and we'd walk together to the beach house, about 20 or so miles away, and along the way, he'd compliment my beauty, talk about the importance of enjoying life and doing something that gives you pleasure. He also talked about Carlos and his lovers. I always knew that he was a fucker, he didn't care, but lately he was a little away from me, he made excuses eight times and didn't fuck me as often as before. He also said that he was calmer and that he would give me a lot of attention. At home the harassment increased he said that I was a lucky woman, had a husband who freed me to be happy and that I should not waste the opportunities to be happy. that my husband would come to me in my room with a big cock with a big cock horn would be happy and that he would be very pleased to know that we had understood each other (fucked). he was getting closer to me while he was talking and we were very close to each other. I felt him caressing my legs and not reacting, when I was being kissed by that macho macho. I was full of tesao and gave up happily. His cock was caressing my little cock and I was between I began to despair, I took the blouse and I offered my breasts to her, that it fell out of his mouth and he liked to suck the tail rabbit, he practically pulled it off the short and I remembered that he was going to get me in my cock with that big cock horn would be happy and that he would be very pleased to know that we had understood each other (fucked). I was dying from so much climbing, it was already lunchtime and we went out to eat at a nearby restaurant. I noticed that we attracted some curious looks, but I thought they were strange and I'm happy and I'm not even there. At that time I was already with my exhibitionist side evolving and I paraded rolling next to that handsome macho. After lunch we went home and gave a basic climbing (I was tired). and we left. me and macho happy. when we got home my husband did not need to ask anything. deduced by the time and by my expression of happiness, he hugged me and kissed me warmly. I loved him man. It was my initiation into the world of pimping and prostitution.