My wife 8

About six months after what happened with our friend's brother, I had the unexpected opportunity to have an unusual experience with Lucia. Every man has a fantasy of forcibly fucking a woman without her consent, it can be a situation where she is forced to give or even rape. And it was about the peculiarities and delights of fantasies that I talked with Daniel, a colleague who I met one day during a festival in college. He was a writer and like most people in this business, he also had a number of other activities, mostly artistic ones to survive. Married, took the journalism course at UFPE. Conversation goes on, conversation comes and the subject entered into the area of sex and fantasies. Since I only met him by chance and wasn't part of my close circle of relationships, I felt comfortable talking about sexual liberation in marriage. He seemed very liberal and excited about it but confided that it was just talk out loud because they didn't have any such thing back home. He was married to a girl from the countryside (Arcoverde, a town about three hours away from Recife but still she was from out of town). A pretty good girl according to him and simple too. So I asked in simplicity why he didn't invite or suggest for his wife to participate in his fantasies. As the conversation unfolded, he wanted to know if these fantasies also involved other lovers and I told him yes. After a while I remarked that we could do something very stimulating together if he wished. Daniel did not hide his delight in asking what was on my mind but it seems only when I proposed:
- We 're going to rape our wives ?
Then he realized that this joke also involved his Elisete. He was a bit funny but I calmed him down saying it was just an expression. Anyway, he hesitated to do so. After that I decided not to lose contact with him and, opportunely, he met Lucia and me the Elisaette of his always in college atmosphere and at events until one day on a bar table during an event, the topic of sex between couples was naturally addressed, everyone was excited about joking about the subject and Elise was quite enjoying the joke . So privately, he asked me if we could practice something. I suggested a Sunday at the beach house in paradise Gaibú (a little rocky beach near Recife) A friend had a home there and at night, thought it would be a perfect place for us to exchange our loved ones.
Elisete didn't know about our intentions. But to my Lucia who was already a whore, I told her that she would fuck him. Only this, I did not say it would be a forced exchange, but she sensed at least an exchange and said she wouldn't like to have sex with him in front of his wife.
A girl of about twenty-two years, fair skin, short hair and not very corpulent. On the contrary, a small type, perhaps five feet six inches tall. Small bust and beautiful legs. She had that look, sometimes half ashamed, of country girls or would be from the hinterland itself!
Well, we went there on a Saturday. The house was near some reefs that stretched out to the sea and a good place for walking. In fact Elisete was kind of frivolous, she wasn't an asshole at all, but during our whole day she didn't mind us taking walks together and playing tricks with each other. I did not spend all my time with her because I wanted to avoid appearing interested in dating the girl in front of Lucia; I just wanted to set up the atmosphere for a nighttime stroll, just you and me. She hadn't worn any bold bikini, unlike Lucy who already felt comfortable with her transparencies. During the day everything rolled relaxedly, we went out to lunch and Daniel was already singing a few songs in Lucia without his realizing it Lú wasn't given to flirt but as she already knew the end of that day did not care. The afternoon ran well with both walking half naked inside (of course normal for a beach , casual bikini smaller than would be panties and bra) Lucía even wore after bathing bermuda and brassiere indoors and in front of them, it was larger than the top part of the bikini, but all rented . How sexy! Elisete didn't even care, she stayed in her bathing suit.
The night came and after drinking a little, we went to the fence of the land to look at the sea and talk. Gradually Lucia found something to do on the balcony and all three of us left for walking in the sand. About five minutes later Daniel returned to get a beer (his beer was my wife), while I stayed with Elisete and directed the conversation about her as we walked towards a rocky beach. Elisabeth was flattered by the compliments I gave her, and she did not seem to notice his delay in rehearsing a courtship with me (smiles, mischievous glances etc.). When we arrived at a rock wall I went on an attack, albeit gently. I approached her who stood leaning against the stone wall, and began playing with her hair as if uncomfortable, lowering my head, grabbed kindly for her chin and lifted up - her head, giving it an unexpected kiss leaving her without action, half confused. I kissed her again, but she tried to dodge.
It won't do any harm.
- No, he's coming over there.
- He doesn't know that we came here, and I am in front of the most beautiful girl, do not deny me just a kiss.
I then tried to kiss her forcibly and as we glued our mouths together she took off her face and attempted to run away. I held her against the stone wall resting my body on hers and pulled down the bikini bustier revealing little breasts while she was trying to protect them with her hands, quickly lowered the panties of the bikinis up to her thighs. She tried to bend over by joining legs but i grabbed her hard against the wall:
I'm not letting you out of here, so relax.
She was still covering her breasts, and the legs together with lowered panties made her little truncheon visible. It looked like a high school girl's trousseau; it had tightness in its legs, few smooth or soft hairs, increasing my willingness to enjoy it mainly because her husband agreed. Knowing that I was authorized to do so, I did not have any remorse or feeling of guilt for raping her, but on the contrary knowing that I could and was allowed to force her into submission excited me more and more. Then she said again:
- It's no use, you will not leave here until I give it to me.
This gave her such a discouragement that she stopped trying to get out for quite some time. So while I held her tightly by one arm, with the other hand I finished removing her panties. Slowly but vigorously I opened up her legs and put my hard cock outside already rubbing on this soft piece of ass. Meanwhile I kept my breast pressed against hers holding it in the stone wall. Elisete was gasping with eyes somewhat floppy and face full of tears. Calmly I placed my "torture instrument" on her vulva and noticed that there was little lubrication. I forced slowly, as she squeezed. With her in that open-legged position, leaning against the wall with me glued to her body, I interwoven my fingers into short hair supporting the side of her head lifting it up for myself and said:
- Uncover your breasts, release the bra.
Since she didn't do anything, I went on:
- Why do you think your husband hasn't come back? He is also raping my wife. But he has no idea that his own is being eaten (lie, I was cleaning up a bit of his bar). So stay quiet while I finish here. Okay?
Elisete remained passive and I did not understand her reaction to tell our companions, I think she was already too scared (after all it was being raped).
I then continued to force the entrance without caring for her any longer, opening now with my own fingers the door of her little trunk so as to facilitate penetration as if she were not there and merely ordering that it should spread its legs wider.
I finally got in. It was a long penetration, but with movement the vagina lubricates itself even when she's not aroused. I knew that Elisete wasn't excited because her nipples weren't hard enough to be sucked on while I started going back and forth inside of her. But it didn't matter; the feeling of enjoying her without her permission made it more exciting for me to use her body -- touch her and do whatever I wanted without asking permission -- explore all over her with my hands and think about turning her around and still eating her butt. Elisete could tell when I was joking because she closed her eyes and squeezed her eyelids as I made fun of her by clutching at my waist.
I pulled it out of her, changed the way she was just put on a bikini and told me to sob inside:
- What do you think I am?... A little slut who then just puts on her clothes and goes away? ... I'm not any bitch no, I thought that you were a nice guy.
She said that, and she went to the front of the house almost running.
She didn't give another, when she got to the house, she went upstairs where they are rooms and ran into her husband on top of Lucia.
She had her arms tied behind her back with her own blouse and was facing the wall on a pillow. I don't think she noticed when we arrived. Elisabeth froze for a moment, then hurried off to another room. So I thought it would be better if I waited downstairs and made sure that everything went smoothly.
Elisabeth did not come down again that night, and Daniel seemed to enjoy the joke and stayed there in the room with Lucia for the rest of the evening. When I realized they didn't go down.
She was already asleep, she had changed and washed herself. I lay down beside her. I started to take off the white panties without bothering about her again when she woke up and tried to make me get out of bed. Didn't want me staying in the room. I didn't say anything to her but just kept taking off her clothes. When she realized that it was serious she attempted a reaction this time but even without hitting her I forced her to lie on the bed holding her by the hair. I pulled her head backwards and with force ripped from her thin blouse which she wore turning it abruptly chest-upward. I put myself in the middle of her thighs, she began to cry softly. Lying on top of it and kissing its neck ... It was a different feeling from my Lucia who had long hair , his naked neck gave a pleasant sensation as if he were smelling another woman in bed . The sense is really something else, like enjoying someone other than your wife for the first time when you have an owner. Then I understood better Lucy's enthusiasm after losing self-restraint at times being grabbed by strangers.
Elisete was crying softly while I ate her. I didn't know whether to stop because of the tears or just ignore her and move on. Since she wasn't my wife, I decided that it would be better for me to enjoy her suffering and make her weep more (I mean: you can't go forward when you are someone with whom you have affectionate bonds or anyone else). But this girl did not say anything to me in an emotional way so I could get her to cry without feeling sorry for her. Then she got used to it and ended up spending the night with her as well. In the morning when I attacked her again, she didn't even show any reaction but just opened up and waited for me to make fun of her between my legs.
I went down in front and the "other couple" were already having coffee.
Lú gave me a light smile and kissed her on the face. I greeted Daniel. That's when Elisete came down and sat next to him without looking at me. We had coffee together initially without talking about it, but it was obvious for Daniel that Lucia didn't make things difficult. He thought maybe she had been passed over and given up his wife in exchange for a show.
I took the subject to our experiment apologizing at first for his wife but it had been great. It was a moment of very frank conversation and that is marked in my memory:
- Elisete you forgive me but hardly a night could have been more pleasant
Daniel looked at Lucia suspiciously, and I said again:
Lou and I are very happily married, yes.
- My Lucia is a whore.
She gave a slight flushed, light grin but kept looking at me.
Elisabeth looked at her with an air half of astonishment and disdain, relief, superiority and a kind smile as if relieved to know the other.
Elisete is not.
This conversation soothed relations with Elisete and we were still on the beach in the morning but no longer sober from the previous day. In order to maintain the atmosphere of what I had said at the cafe and show that everything was natural, a moment when Lú entered the room, I went back and asked her to take off her bermuda and stay around the house only in lace panties and a loose blouse over her breasts. She did not accept it well but I explained that this was to preserve the climate of naturality of our environment. The idea was to convey to Elisabeth that we weren't doing something terrible or immoral for us.
That worked because she felt more comfortable in front of Lú who didn't care about everything that happened after all.
Thus, Elisete tried to keep herself with a well-behaved clothing since it was established (for her consolation) that she was different from the other and did not bother when Lucia put on the bikini for one last sea bath, he did so in his own room. She took off the panties she used by exchanging them for a swimsuit and then removed the blouse staying with breasts exposed, swinging with hard little ones in front of her husband while looking for the top part of the bikinis in the bag which was already in the room. Usually Lucía wouldn't do that, she is not ordinary, but she was doing her role .
She told me later that those moments when she was looked at like a slut by this woman were super-exciting for her, and I had somehow figured it out right away because by the time we left before lunchtime, she'd worn her little bikini coil buried in the back and tucked deeply into the front as I've never seen before. The difference between the two was quite obvious: one half-naked, almost naked, and the other dressed even decently for a beach. Nor did it seem that they had switched beds the night before.
We should all have lunch together on the way back, but Elisete preferred to go straight back to Reef with Daniel and we had our own.
I didn't have much contact with Daniel after that, he finished college in the fall and moved to the country offering a job at a local newspaper.