Married woman walking in the garden, watching her husband fuck.

Little housewife hanging out in the orchard watching her husband play soccer.
By adventure.ctba
Hello everyone, my name is Solange and I will try to tell you in a succinct way the biggest crazy thing that happened in my life until two weeks ago. I confess never thought it would happen to me and don't know where did I get the courage to carry on because I am stunned and still not fully recovered. I admit having loved feeling wanted, coveted this raises any woman's self-esteem although it would be much better if these feelings were of the beloved person we choose as our children's father.
I'm a light brunette, 27 years old, 1.65 meters tall, 58 kilos, dark brown eyes, black hair slightly below the shoulders. My body is compatible with my height. I am no miss but also not to be thrown away, I consider myself a beautiful woman and by the compliments that I hear on the street even with two children I still part of many men's fantasies.
I come from a humble and very religious family, raised in a rigid system where all women had to go before the altar as virgins and with me it was no different. To talk about sex with my mother or even think of it was taboo at home, even under the watchful eyes of my parents and older brothers, the only thing that rolled between me and my fiancé back then was what's on hand, hand over there and nothing more. Whenever my fiance tried something else, I would not let him get ahead so he wouldn't be bad-mouthed like they still say in the small town I grew up in downtown São Paulo. So all I know about sex is what my husband taught me, nothing more than the trivial.
At first it was all a thousand wonders, but with the passing of years and two pregnancies I felt my husband's desire to fade more and more, and I am almost sure that the reason for this ice cream is his cousin who ate when he was single. His cousin has much uglier face than me, but her body makes every woman in our family envy him, but still I love him from heart.
After we moved to Curitiba, I made friends with a wonderful couple who live nearby: Ivone and Paulo. Ivone is 20 years younger than her husband but the stories she tells about him make any married woman jealous. She says that he searches for her every night and when the kids go off to school she has to avoid being around him because he wants to get into it all the time sometimes even three times a day.
My husband is a carpenter, and at the suggestion of Ivone and Paulo he made some furniture for Carlos. And because he liked his work very much, he got us many customers. I met your Carlos in a party that was held on his mansion in Curitiba's metropolitan area, an idyllic place with many lakes, a huge orchard with a wide variety of fruits, soccer field and lots of animals.
Your Carlos is an ordinary white man, about 50 years old, 1.75 meters tall, more or less 85 kilos with a beer belly but a handsome and charming guy. He likes to travel on motorbikes. As he enthusiastically told my husband and those around him that he has already traveled all over Brazil in his huge bike and visited all the countries of MERCOSUR I listened attentively as he recounted his adventures showing many photos which confirmed what he was saying I floated through my thoughts trying to visualise some scenes he narrated and thought; why isn't my husband like this? I didn't need to have your Carlos bank account, just the adventurous spirit every time you asked him out for a beach or a movie or dancing something that I love and as always his answer was no.
As I listened to Your Carlos' adventures and thought about the direction my life had taken, it struck me that I was drinking a little too much so I decided to control myself. I noticed your Carlos covertly did not take his eyes off of my legs and on my shirt collar which showed some of my breasts. Every time my husband went out for beer he looked at me with an evil smile and circled me from head to toe; without any malice whatsoever I fixed his gaze in return by smiling back. We women have an incredible ability to sense that we're being played, so I started paying more attention to the gestures of your Carlos. Almost suffocated when he looked at me and disguised from underneath the table took his hand up to his dick and adjusted inside bermuda shorts. He squeezed, raised and lowered about three times this very hard train making sure you see the size and thickness of it.
I couldn't take my eyes off him as he held his little friend, that gesture seemed to hypnotize me. I think because I was sitting on a low wall right in front of you, I must have been careless and made it easier for you to see my panties or something like that but if this happened I swear it wasn't intentional from my side. Trying to disguise and hide the redness of my face, I quickly got up and ran into the bathroom not believing your Carlos daring doing all those things quite naturally with my husband by her side. Man is a silly beast indeed, with some beers in his head he forgets to take care of what's his own, although my husband even sober does not pay attention to me, how much more drunk. If only he knew! As indignant as I was the scene of your Carlos showing me his coccyx doesn't leave my mind, surely a seedling had just been planted in my subconscious and I kept imagining what it would be like live, being able to touch, suck. By the way it was a very big stick, would you have courage to let your Carlos throw all that into my little bucket? Because my husband's cock was nowhere near as big and thick.
After that demonstration, I decided to get away from the men and went into the kitchen helping women with lunch. And there I met Dona Angela, Carlos' wife. They were a wonderful couple because she was as charming as he is, and they lived in an open relationship for all I could see. Just the fact that I think my cousin is cheating on my husband, it makes me ruminate inside and if I find out it's true, I will end my marriage right now and move back inland to live with my parents.
After lunch some people went to rest in the woods, others went fishing and I stayed with women helping washing dishes and cleaning house. After finishing clean up feeling a bit tired, sat on a sofa on the balcony and fell asleep, woke up with men at the biggest noise of football field including my husband so decided to go there. Stayed for a while in the countryside and decided to walk around orchard because I loved those fruit trees loaded had Mexican branches almost breaking from all that i have. Lost in my thoughts I was admiring a huge sleeve foot where the branch reached down to the floor. I was so distracted that I didn't even notice being followed, and it scared me when someone came from behind covered my eyes with both hands stuck his body into mine and lovingly took me underneath the hose, pressure on my butt felt like an arse prickling at me as if he wanted to go right over the skirt and panties I was wearing.
Thinking it was my husband , I said:
- Stop it Cleversson, someone can see us.
I heard a whisper in my ear:
Relax, will you?
Soon the hands that covered my eyes came down to my breasts and began squeezing them tenderly, when I realized it wasn't my husband who was boiling me, I got scared and tried to dodge but strongly my admirer hugged me tight against his body not letting go and said in my ears:
- Solange, I'm madly in love with you and can no longer stand the urge to suck on those nipples of yours and shove my cock into your little mouth. You are driving me crazy!
Let me go, the people can see us!
It never even crossed my mind to cheat on my husband!
Your wife and my husband are here, imagine if they catch us!
Without saying anything your Carlos lowered his hands down my thighs and willingly patted on my little pocket that from so hot it was filled the palm of his hand. Then I felt my panties being removed and two fingers penetrated into my pocket right at the bottom to then be taken out to play with my cricket. It was so good that even wanting to give a stop in what my body asked me to relax and let happen.
My skirt at this time was on my coast and my little pocket was about to be broken by a huge cock, that's when the reason spoke louder and I decided to give it up. His Carlos realizing my refusal, quickly opened my legs and felt something giant opening passage and entering into my small pocket occupying all the spaces inside making the poor girl reach her maximum degree of elasticity and going through places never explored before. I was out of breath as that invader pushed my uterus until I felt a huge sack lean against my thighs, only then did I look back and see your Carlos with a smile on his face and he said to me:
Our brunette, how tight you are!
Get it out of me, my husband will kill us if he catches us!
- Calm down brunette, relax your husband is there in the field playing!
I looked towards the pitch and really my husband was running after the ball like a child not knowing that just meters in front of him his wife stood underneath a hose with an enormous stick from some stranger stuck into its socket.
Even with my heart in my mouth and a little scared of what was happening I decided to try to relax and enjoy the moment.
When it occurred to me how many times my husband had mistaken me for his cousin, I was sure he would carry that through.
Your Carlos realized that he was no longer offering resistance and began to stoke me slowly until I got used and gradually increased the swing. Then that discomfort which caused me at the beginning of penetration, gave way to a wonderful feeling, totally indescribable.
My little bucket now much more lubricated received with some ease that marvelous sting which made me groan when His Holiness struck deep and hard at me.
I have to admit, I've had wonderful orgasms with my husband who doesn't have such a big dick and isn't so fat but the feeling of having this monster creep into my little pussy was unlike anything else that I'd ever experienced because being in the rain is for getting wet while leaning against the hose with both hands pushing my tail as far as it could go to receive every inch of that anaconda inside me.
Around the camp there was my friend, Mrs. Angela, some friends of our family and people laughed at a few things that were happening in the field... ..and my husband was the main character because he had one leg as they say..
To provoke me , your Charles would say:
- Are you enjoying the thrill of seeing your husband?
- I'm saying it in a kind of hushed voice.
Your Carlos seeing my husband and all those people said:
At that moment, I didn't know myself anymore because the words were coming out of my mouth.
- Go ahead then, it hurts but I'm still loving your dick in my pussy!!!
- Have fun, you son of a bitch!
- Have a good time in the back Fill my fucking bucket full!!!!
Your Carlos increased the rhythm of my strokes by beating with all his might on my bouquet. The throbbing of our bodies could be heard from far away. My hair was spreading across my ribs and my nipples were swaying at each stroke.
Your Carlo started ruthlessly shoving that chest into my little pocket, which wasn't so small anymore.
With one hand I tried to support myself on the hose, with the other covering my mouth so that my screams would not tell us how much of a boner he was feeling at this moment.
I 'd say:
You are tearing me up... I can't take it anymore.
The ground slipped away from my feet, my legs stuttered and my body was invaded by a wave of heat and cold at the same time.
Your Carlos realizing that he was playing with his strong and masculine hands, patted my breasts held me tightly and struck me hard and deep squeezing against her body. When I felt the first jet of fist flooding my little mouth it was as if a switch had been switched on inside me electricity passed through my body in spasm form your Carlos pressed me against his body kissing my neck and back while recovering from those multiple hallucinatory orgasms my body seemed to be possessed by an entity
His Charles was still standing now leaning on the hose, I coast to him fondled his mouth that bit my little neck and hands squeezing so affectionately my breasts while his penis yet hard rested inside of my bucket.
After a long silence enjoying that moment, His Majesty Charles said:
- It was too good my beautiful, how you are delicious.
- I know it's crazy what we are doing because this is the first time that i am cheating on my husband, but I confess to worshipping God inside me!!!
Your Charles moved and his now-soft dick came out of my little pocket leaving a huge void inside me, also I felt an enormous amount of fucking trickle down my legs.
Your Carlos took my panties and lovingly went to clean me taking away all the traces of fucking that persisted in running down my legs. After cleaning me put on his bermuda he crouched before me and sucked my little mouth with his mouth leaving nothing which denounced our quick casual climb. Before going out gave a kiss on my little butt stood up and said in my ear:
- This was the first of many times that I'm going to make her enjoy my tasty brown cock. I became mute seeing this gentleman sneaking around in the orchard until he disappeared from sight. Giving myself time to recover and still incredulous for having had the courage to have given my little kiss to an almost unknown, I walked slowly up to the field just at the moment when the game ended. Thank God no one noticed my absence.
When I got home, I ran to the bathroom and when I went to wash my panties it was that I realized I had no underwear because your damned Carlos would surely keep as a trophy.
It's been two weeks since it happened and even though I feel guilty, I keep imagining me and your Carlos alone in a room with all the time we need to enjoy total pleasure.
Ivone gave my mobile number to her Carlos, he called me several times but until now I haven't had the courage to answer.
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