A Moment of Madness by Paula

Half suffocated by Richard's tongue plunged into my mouth, and trembling like a jelly from the indescribable thirst consuming me at that moment, I felt when he lifted up my skirt to his waist and, taking out a knife on the table, simply cut off the side of my underwear, throwing it in the garbage can.
Then, holding me by the waist, he lifted me up and seated me on a cold kitchen sink with his legs wide open. He unclenched his mouth from mine and released his captive bird allowing me to see and touch an enormously hard, wonderful stick.
In that position, with my legs wide open and my cunt already full of desire... I was all exposed to his shining eyes. And since we couldn't waste any time, Ricardo became firm and violent, penetrating me in one blow.
Trembling and euphoric, completely disturbed by the excitement that took over every cell of my body, I felt when this thick stick finished lodging itself all inside me, occupying each space of my intimacy. What madness, what imprudence, I thought, hearing from the kitchen the sound of a shower being turned on where my husband, just meters away from us, was finishing his bath.
In the arms of my first lover, I refused to believe that all this was happening to me, a woman who had never before been involved in an affair outside marriage. But it was true, and Ricardo's masculine and exciting presence inside me left no doubt: yes, I was being possessed by my husband's best friend and my sister's fiancé sitting on my kitchen sink with his butt pressed against dirty dinner plates.
Hallucinated by the desire that consumed us, and no longer worried about the risk we were taking, I crossed my legs around his waist and concentrated on our climb, feeling my body sway at each of Richard's assaults while a nasty drop dripped from the faucet and trickled down my gutter.
Every once in a while, we'd stop kissing to catch our breath and then I would whisper to Rico, which is what we call him, how crazy he was.
And it was in the midst of all that shit, my thoughts went back to about four months ago on my birthday night -- I'd been married for 27 years and eight happy marriages, a beautiful son, an excellent husband.
That night, with the certainty of our feelings that we loved each other very much, my husband and I had a frank conversation. We concluded that routine was threatening us and it's time to step up our sex life which is half worn down by years despite enjoying sex intensely.
So we decided to start contacting couples through men's magazines, determined to find them if they painted someone interesting at our level. After all, in the conversation we considered which man, no matter how well-married, does not want one day to fuck another woman? And what wife, however honest, who also did not think for once about completely releasing herself into the arms of another male?
We've always been very realistic, and that night right after we made our decision, we went to bed and had a simply wonderful transaction in anticipation of the responses my husband would send to any couples we chose.
That's when Ricardo got lucky in our story. One Saturday afternoon, I went to the club with my son and sister while he was watching a football game at home with my husband. At half-time, as my husband left for more beer, he found one of those undelivered letters on the barber shop table in my room and decided to read it.
It was not difficult to understand what we were looking for, and already on the following Monday that bastard called me. He told everything, said he hadn't sung before in consideration of my husband and sister and confessed his mania for me. And now added, being sure I was willing to give it to another man, saw no reason to hide his passion for me
Scared and, I confess, also excited because Rico was a very attractive man. I tried to talk him out of it by saying that the letter was just our curiosity or some kind of joke but he didn't believe me and from then on he called every time we missed his visit.
I didn't tell my husband, because our deal was to contact couples and not partners alone... besides, i couldn't believe that he would allow an affair with someone so close who had arranged a marriage for me.
Since the flesh is weak and desires are very strong, I gradually gave in to his whims. When we were alone, he would sometimes let me kiss him lightly, passing his hand on my ass, breasts, legs and all that was making me crazy too. So much so that my husband even noticed my growing fire in our steps but thought it was a result of exciting letters exchanged with some couples.
And that's when the inevitable happened, or was happening: my son had gone to spend a night at our family home because we were going to a carnival dance - me and my husband Rico and my sister. Only while my husband took his bath and she waited for him in her house, he decided not to wait any longer to get what he wanted from me and you know how it started.
At that moment, we were so excited that a few minutes had passed since he threw me over the sink and started fucking me when I began to mock violently like a mare in heat, squeezing his waist with my thighs and sucking out his tongue to drown my groans of pleasure.
Rico, seeing me in that state couldn't help himself either. He buried even deeper inside of me and began to mock, irrigating my uterus with his hot fucking so plentiful I could feel it wettening me from the inside out.
As our time was short, he came out of me still spurting and leaning against the wall made me come down from the sink kneel before him and suckle. I did not make a plea and collected with my tongue and lips the last drops of sperm that flowed through this beautiful member which remained hard huge superb.
Then he made me put my elbows on the sink with my butt facing him, and then in front of my questioning gaze took a glass of mayonnaise from the table, lubricated his stick, held my skirt to my shoulders, stuck it into my groin and pressed it against my little hole.
Guessing his intention, I closed my eyes and immediately felt that thick hot rod breaking through barriers, dilating me painlessly thanks to the mayonnaise, penetrating my butt all the way. All buried in my rabies, he reached for my molasses-sweetened jacket and began ticking on my sensitive hard grill.
I tried to hear the shower noise and make sure my husband was still in the bath. Better for us, I thought, feeling Ricardo's dick go up and down easily from my ass. And it only took a very few shuttlecock movements so that we started having fun together in a simply sensational, crazy, stunning way. I just didn't yell or scream with pleasure because he had wisely covered my mouth with his free hand, otherwise my husband would have heard everything.
When we were done, he quickly withdrew from inside me and said that I was better than he thought and could now give it to whomever I wanted because he had been the first. He added that it would be best for us to get dressed as my husband will soon come out of the bathroom.
I didn't say anything, because the way he was I don't think I could have done it. I tried to pull myself together and leaving him in the kitchen wiping his dick with paper napkins went back into my room to get dressed put on another pair of underpants so when my husband came out from the bathroom I was almost ready while Ricardo watched TV in the living room half an hour later we were at a dance with my sister and danced all night even though it hurt a little bit
After a while, we met this amazing couple who became friends with us and went out once for an incredible night of pleasure that maybe I'll tell you about someday. My brother-in-law is now my friend and we don't have sex anymore and I believe it will never happen again because our crazy time has passed.
I'm Paula, counselor from Lafaiete.