My husband exhibited me and I ended up as a submissive.

During our courtship, Victor, my husband was very jealous, the second he looked at me, there was a fight, he was jealous of my exes, he was even involved with some who were just innocent flirtations.
After a few years of marriage, he went through a radical change, and I don't know if maturity brought security, or porn, or erotic stories, or whatever, but I started to take pleasure in being desired by others, and at first I thought he was testing me.
Every time a man looked at me, he would alert me, observing my reactions, and then he would encourage me to show off, even challenge me, like, for sure, one time on the beach, with some guys around, he said he doubted I would have the courage to go topless.
Taking it as a joke, I accepted, taking off the top of my bikini. Embarrassed, I stood on my stomach. My husband invited the boys to have a beer. He opened the can of hyssop and served them. I stood there not knowing where to put my face, since they noticed that I was naked on top.
They talked as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Honey, the little mark on your back is already fading, now you better turn around so you can burn in the front.
I was already distressed, trying to be as discreet as possible, the damage attracted all the attention to me. Irritated, I decided to accept the challenge by entering the game. I will expose my naked breasts. Modesty aside, they are natural, round, firm and pointy. I will not describe myself because many readers have already seen my photos. Especially those who left e-mails in the comments.
I held on to the urge to put both hands on them and cover them. It seemed as if the world had eyes on them. However, I couldn't stop the little ones from stiffening up. That audacity provoked even humidity down below. That made me horny! Can you do that?
It stayed that way, the guys looking at me without showing any change, with stealthy and constant glances, while they were drinking beer and talking. Already in the hotel, my husband, more perverted than usual, had sex willingly, saying that the guys got hard dick and other nonsense. I realized that it was really serious.
I don't know where he read about a woman who went to buy shoes and kept showing the panties to the salesman. He suggested that I do the same, only without panties! I in a straight skirt, trying on sandals and allowing the young man who served me to see the pearly whiskers shaved. My husband pretending to look at shoes in the window and disguising the tent armed.
Until then, we were just in these increasingly daring games. Things got out of control when we went to Foz do Iguaçu on the border with Paraguay. While packing, he made me wear short dresses, high-heeled sandals and even tampered with my lingerie choosing the sexiest ones.
On the first day, we went to see the falls, and a minibus picked us up at the hotel, and other guests got on board, including an extroverted man in his 40s who immediately struck up a conversation with my husband.
He introduced himself as Roberto, a newly divorced man. Except for his gray hair and green eyes, little attracted attention at first glance. Vitor, my husband, was much more handsome. However, his sense of humor won over not only us but also the other fellow travelers.
During the walk, he offered several times to take pictures of us, using the falls as a backdrop. All the time, he looked at me in a sneaky and greedy way. This did not go unnoticed by Vitor, who kept telling me to show myself to him.
The evening included a trip to the casinos on the Paraguayan side, where my husband encouraged me to do my hair in the salon next to the hotel, and then practically forced me to wear a short, plaid dress with a generous neckline and sexy high-heeled sandals.
When Roberto saw it, he was mesmerized, devouring me with his evil eyes.
At the casino, I was playing on a nickel slot machine, and the two of them went to the roulette table, and I don't know what they were talking about, but they were looking at me, and they were drinking cocktails that the waitresses brought, and I was just on a cherry vodka.
The night ended with us winning nothing. On the way back, the witty Roberto came out with the catchphrase: "Luck in gambling, luck in love". With a half mischievous smile he corrected:
Lucky you, Victor, to have such a woman as a consolation.
Of course, I noticed several male looks at my legs. Certainly a lot more on my round ass after I passed. The conversation was going in a dangerous direction. I was waiting for my husband to make a cut. Slightly intoxicated, he said:
She's really hot.
- Since you've spoken, I'd like to add:
In the room, Victor began to kiss me and we began to undress each other. I was surprised by his excitement, more than usual. He sucked on my pursuit with desire, leaving me all wet. When I thought he was going to penetrate me, he asked the burning clothes:
- Honey, do you mind if Roberto watches our sex? It must be really nice to fuck someone else watching.
I thought about cursing him. Gradually I calmed down. So that was it. I understood the reason for that burning desire. I could imagine what they were talking about in the casino. He wanted to show me off as a full-fledged female to his new friend!
- I'd rather not.
Look how hard my dick gets just thinking about it, just watching, okay?
Confused, I said nothing. My husband interpreted it as an agreement, picked up the intercom and asked to call Roberto's room. He invited him to come to ours. Quickly, he rang the bell. Vitor went to open while I was naked in bed, instinctively, I took the sheet and tried to cover myself.
The visitor sat in the chair, and my husband, he kept sucking me while I forced myself to remove the cloth that was partially covering me, and I was very embarrassed, and I struggled a little bit, and then he gave that slap, like, whoever's in the rain is supposed to get wet.
I let him do as he pleased, Victor went in with a single stroke, started to put it in slowly, and turning to visit said:
- Look how cute she is!
Robert pulled down his trousers, pulled out his phallus, and began to caress him in a slow masturbation.
My dick is bursting at the seams!
And that made my husband even crazier, and he just couldn't control himself, and he just sped up his punches and made fun of me, and he fucked me, just as I was getting into the mood, and I was starting to feel the orgasm coming on.
I felt Victor's heavy body on top of me while his dick was still throbbing in his little fingertip, and it was frustrating that he had finished so soon, so possessed and angry, I complained,
More, I want more!
Maybe I knew he wasn't gonna give me another one anytime soon, which only happened in the first few years of marriage, so when my husband walked out on me,
- Come, Roberto, finish what my husband started!
He, who was already with the hardest mast, looked at my husband, as if asking for permission. Vitor in turn, was surprised. I don't know if it was because he had just joked, kind of not knowing what to do. I'm the one with open legs, mealy-mouthed and wide-open, was out of my mind:
Don't you want to eat me? Don't you think I'm hot? Come on! Victor won't mind being horny! Come on, come on!
After the initial fuck, Roberto, with his pants still pulled down, positioned himself in the middle of my legs. Slightly awkwardly, in an exaggeratedly respectful way, he put the tip of his cock against my xana. He gave a slight push and his head went in.
For those of you who care about size, I think I was the same as my husband, at that moment, it didn't matter if I was a pussy or a stick, what I wanted was to be penetrated, in the madness of the moment, full of libido, I didn't care if I was being possessed by another in the same raw, without condom, skin on skin.
Her bombs leaked the gala that my husband had previously deposited. With each stroke, the apple only increased. I was not there, feeling that the orgasm was coming. I ended up reaching the climax that seemed strange. Strong and intense, with the stick of another stuck in my flesh. Under the generous gaze of my husband.
Roberto stopped, feeling my whole body tremble. I must have sobbed with pleasure. I groaned and I think I even shouted. As the exhalation normalized, he began to stock up again. Now more confident and confident, he played appreciating every step.
I looked at Victor, as if he couldn't bear to watch another man eat me, as if he couldn't believe that his wife was enjoying herself beneath another male, and it was a strange and embarrassing moment for me, and I noticed that my husband was holding the mast half-hard, a sign that the sight was exciting him.
I pushed Roberto and got on all fours on the edge of the bed. He thought I was offering behind and already came trying to get in the ass. Quickly, I headed to the drawing. I wanted was to take my husband's poop and poop him.
I felt it hardening to the point where Vitor was fucking my mouth, and I was in charge, and I decided to go for it, and I pulled my husband onto the bed with his back to me, and I climbed up on top of him, and I made him squeeze in, and I leaned forward, exposing my fat ass.
If my new lover wanted to fuck me, then it would be a double penetration. With my hand I opened the bands of the buttocks, exposing the orifice. I didn't even have to command. The atmosphere of mischief was in the air. He came putting on the door of the anus, trying to sodomize.
I looked at my husband's face, his look of disbelief, like he didn't believe what was happening, especially because I was offering my anal to a stranger, and he didn't know that my cousin had been hitting on me for a long time.
Roberto couldn't do it and I had to help. With my right hand I aimed for the exact spot. He pushed hard. Wow, it hurt so much! I got to see stars. I could only make a "ah" sound. I couldn't even escape with my hip, since I was stuck on my husband's stick.
- Hold on a second.
That's all I could talk about. Without lubrication, it was like I had a monster inside my ruptured holes. Gradually the pain went away. When I moved my hip, it was the password for the two of them to start penetrating, each one on their side. One from the bottom up, the other from the top forward. Whoever always escaped was behind, since it turned halfway, I closed the little ring to prevent deeper penetration.
I had to pretend that it was my first anal, and at the same time, the two of us had better concatenated the movements, adjusting to mine, and the three of us could continue to have sex, and now it was delicious, with everyone moaning, my husband cursing, and the lover saying how hot I was.
I was finally able to show the libertine I was without having to pretend to be the restrained wife letting loose the nymphomaniac whore who had been stalking me for years at the time I couldn't even tell which side the strongest sensations were coming from it seemed like the xana and the ass were one
My husband made fun of me first. I felt it when he stopped interfering. Meanwhile, Roberto punched hard pushing everything and pulling vigorously. To the point of rocking the bodies of the three. I lowered the trunk to kiss Vitor, lustfully and gratefully. After all, I love my husband.
Roberto finally laughed, moaning with pleasure, falling on us. A single weight. He filled my ass with hot gala, releasing jets are strong that I could feel inside the intestines. That moment when we relax and the mind begins to reason. Boring and uncomfortable situation.
What madness of mine, driven by the exacerbated desire of the moment, in that hour, full of my husband's semen and another man's, sandwiched by two males, to show my husband that I did anal, something he had no idea, that I was much more of a whore in bed than the modest housewife he had married.
I don't know how it's going to be from now on. At least we've all had our intense orgasms. My husband hasn't even touched on it anymore. Sooner or later, we're going to have to face it. I hope it has a happy ending like so many stories I've read here...
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