My husband's uncle with me and still fucking inside

My husband has no idea that his favorite uncle ate me and still mocked inside
By adventure.ctba
Hi everyone, my name is Isabel but everybody calls me Bel. I'll tell you in a succinct way the first time that I cheated on my husband with his uncle. I confess that because of loving him so much it never crossed my mind that one day I would have the courage to do this with the man who I love and chose to be the father of my children. For being so good to me, my husband does not deserve what I am doing to him, but how he started and why I committed adultery will allow readers to criticize me or not. I will omit my husband's name for its own sake.
I was raised in an evangelical family, humble on a farm in the interior of Paraná. As it is customary in my family for women to marry young and virgins, with me it wasn't different. After six months dating our parents decided that we had to get married. I was still underage and my husband just turned 19. For me there was no sacrifice because we were lovers since childhood, we grew up together in that small village.
Married life for me was wonderful. We did everything in bed, although I was almost sexually illiterate. My husband showed himself to be a very jerk teaching me many things and made me have fun deliciously every time we make love. When we completed one year of marriage, my husband insisted so much that I ended up giving him my cousin for the first time, even though I felt a lot of pain, but eventually I liked it and whenever he asked me I would give him my cock without complaining because I learned how to enjoy his stick on my little bundle.
Everything was going very well until one day my husband's uncle, the brother of my mother-in-law showed up at the farm. Uncle Carlos and Aunt Angela arrived in a luxury carriage, designer clothes, speaking Portuguese correctly, I confess to being enchanted by their standard of living, later on I learned that Uncle Carlos was a successful businessman and Auntie Ángela was a doctor from Curitiba.
I immediately fell in love with the new uncles because they were simply charming, being from a much higher class than ours, treated us as equals. Talked to Uncle Carlos like we had known him all our lives, he made me feel so at ease that even forgot my bad Portuguese when communicating with him.
Even though I was a small-town girl, I noticed that Uncle Carlos always paid special attention to me when we were alone. We women know when you're being teased or coveted and sometimes he would blush at the compliments of uncle Charles but for people from big cities such harassment is normal, right?
Of course I had my predicates, even though being from a humble family always took care of myself, I'm not one to be thrown out. Now at 18 years old, light-skinned, slightly short with 1h55 m 50 kgs well built body, hard little breasts firm bundle green eyes black hair smooth trimmed right up the ass was a caipirinha until quite pretty and it struck me that Uncle Carlos thought she was an easy prey for some 40 cool handsome rich good looking
My suspicions were confirmed when he called me to show them the farm, and my aunt didn't want to go with us so she could talk to her mother-in-law. The place where people worked was far away from headquarters and we had to walk some kilometers to get there. As soon as we lost sight of our main house I felt that whenever Uncle Carlos would change gears he always found a way to put his hand on my leg, I remained silent looking at the road with my heart almost jumping through my mouth for such tension. As soon as we reached the woods leading to a river that crossed our farm, Uncle Carlos walked in. The road went downhill and the forest grew denser until we came to the edge of the river. It was almost impossible for anyone to find an agent there.
Uncle Carlos stopped the car and was talking to me with his hand on my seat back. And strangely I started liking that situation, began getting excited about it, felt a strange tingling between my legs, an inside warmth and soon felt my vaginal fluids wet my panties. Until then I had never experienced desires for anyone other than my husband.
When I felt the touch of Uncle Charles' hand on my neck, it gave me a shiver. He noticed and came closer and closer, held my face, and we stood for a long time in silence looking into each other's eyes, then he pulled my head back his lips against mine and we ended up kissing passionately. As he kissed me I tried to deceive myself by whispering in his ear:
Don't do that, you are my husband's uncle!
- Let me go, let's leave someone can find us here!
- Stop, please. It's not right what we are doing!
Uncle Carlos kissed me with more and more eloquence, I confess that it gave me an almost unknown pleasure, was a delight to feel our tongues duel in our mouths while he squeezed my breasts.
In that whole frenzy I didn't even notice when he took my hand and put it on his penis which was already hard as a rock, when I saw all this sweetness
I held on for a while admiring that colossus, he took my gesture as acceptance and lifted up my shirt and whilst squeezing one breast was sucking the other. With his other hand he raised up my skirt and pulled away my panties to the side and his huge fingers penetrated into my little mouthpiece and slowly fucked me in an inside-out rhythmic movement while returning by playing a fistful of him it only needed some movements to feel trembling go through my whole body and had no way to avoid a groan:
This is delicious.
I washed Uncle Charles's hand in a mind-boggling delight that he had seldom attained with my husband. He also enjoyed afterwards washing mine and his bermuda hands.
After regaining consciousness after that delicious orgasm, I woke up to reality and decided to stop for good because it was becoming more dangerous this adventure, the afternoon fell quickly on us. I gently pushed him down my shirt and adjusted my panties with his hands still trembling and wet from his semen he put his dick inside of his trousers barely wiping himself with a flannel in the car we left silently and slowly until we reached where my husband and other staff were working.
No one noticed that Uncle Charles's bermuda had a small spot on the front, and I thanked God my husband didn't notice how quiet and aloof it was because my underpants could hardly hold back the fun which still kept trickling down my legs even though he tried everything to disguise it.
I thanked God when Uncle Carlos and Aunt Angela returned to the capital, because it was hard for me to hold back my desire to give myself entirely to that handsome man who had made such a good time without at least penetrating me with his beautiful thick wonderful stick.
Time went by and I couldn't forget that afternoon with Uncle Carlos on the riverbank, whenever I had time to go back there and masturbate in a pleasant way thinking about it.
Service on the farm was becoming scarce, as the owner decided to change activities turning farming into pasture and we would have to leave because only older people remained.
When my husband's uncle found out, he offered us a job and one of his houses so that we could come live here in Curitiba without having to think much the way was to try our luck in the Capital. I confess that I was somewhat apprehensive at first because I had already forgotten what happened between us as soon as we arrived we were familiarizing ourselves with the place and did not have to spend almost anything because the house Uncle Carlos booked for us was fully furnished .
The times I met with Uncle Carlos did not turn out too well, for he was always in a hurry and my husband was nearby. Until one day when my husband had to travel to work at a branch office in the metropolitan area and would only come home at night.
As soon as my husband left for work, I got up, took a shower, had coffee and was cleaning the house when a car stopped in front of the house and honked. When I went to meet my legs stuttered and once again my heart beat wildly when I saw Uncle Carlos all smiling walking towards me. He hugged me hard kissed me on the face and told me to get ready that he'd taken his morning off and we would have lunch together. Slightly embarrassed I asked about Aunt Angela and he replied that this morning will be exclusively ours.
Imagining what was going to happen my little face was already getting a bit wet, but inside I was afraid of what was about to happen, I didn't know if I was ready to carry this madness forward because I loved my husband and if he gave me all to his uncle nothing would be the same in our lives.
When I got in the car and we closed the doors he grabbed me and surprised me with a kiss on my mouth breathtaking, I quickly pushing him away for fear that any neighbors would see us but he reassured me by showing me the glass dark films not allowing to be seen from outside.
He said he would take me to a motel, which I didn't want because my conscience was not letting him go that madness at this point. Uncle Carlos with all the lip started saying we were adults married and especially relatives and would be safer inside the motel without risk of being seen and robbed. He took my silence as consent, turned on his car and went.
I was still struggling inside, between putting an end to this madness or continuing on and seeing how far I had the courage to go.
When I realized we were standing in the motel lobby, and out of guilt, I lowered my head trying to hide from that waitress, it felt like she'd figured out I was married and about to horn on my husband with her own uncle.
The motel by the way was very nice, I had never been in a place like that. In fact, before meeting Uncle Carlos...
When we parked, the door closed insulating us from prying eyes.
We got out of the car, and I felt as if my legs were floating in a world that was still new to me. As we walked into this suite full of lights and mirrors, it became somewhat awkward for me what to do with all that splendor, besides of course being nervous about myself because it was my first time in a motel room and more than anything else with my husband's uncle.
Uncle Carlos with all his experience with women, was hugging and kissing me, saying that I would not regret because he knew how to respect my limits.
Seeing that I was more relieved with his words, Uncle Carlos began to pull the handles of my dress until it fell at my feet, leaving me only in underwear and sandal. He himself made sure to take off my sandals and then started lowering my panties, revealing my slightly shaved cheekbone and, I can't deny, also already quite wet.
My heart was pounding and my breathing became increasingly short. When Uncle Carlos kissed me on the cheek, saying that it was very beautiful, fragrant and delicious, I decided to throw everything away and enjoy this moment willing to do with him whatever a woman does with her husband within four walls.
While admiring my naked body in front of him, Uncle Carlos took off his social shirt and trousers and then his underwear. When I saw his penis, I was amazed and even delighted because besides being a bit dark it was huge; I imagine that he had about six centimetres more than my husband's, not to mention much thicker.
As I stood there, he turned his back on me and grabbed my ass from behind while rubbing it against mine.
In this way, I must confess that it was pleasant to feel his caresses, little bites on my ear and neck making me more and more excited. And at the same time as his dick grew harder with the rubs he gave in my ass, gradually I felt him all hard poking into my private parts.
Still standing, he made me spread my legs a little and put his pause between them. I was frightened because its tip appeared on the other side in front of me making me see an enormous red head.
In the position I was in, I could feel him running that whole stick over my vaginal lips and on top of it he had a hand gently massaging my clitoris making me crazier by the minute to be feeling all this stuff inside my little pussy.
I hadn't seen a condom, so I asked him if he did and the bastard said that he was trusting me blindly.
As I was already showing all my excitement and the pleasure that he felt, And this pause did not stop passing between my legs
The scoundrel was playing with my poor little face, rubbing that huge head on the small intestine. Seeing that it had been lubricated enough by my internal juices, he began to penetrate me, when I felt the passage of this enormous head entering into me, I did not resist and let out a strong groan, without saying in the thickness of that whimper which was enlarging my narrow snout.
The difference between his cock and my husband's was quite big, so I asked him to slow down. I never shouted or whined loudly because it wasn't necessary for me even though I can make fun of my husband up to three times maybe by the size of his dick there was no need to cause a scandal at that moment i acted differently as this is an entirely new situation, betrayal and mainly due to the size and thickness of uncle charles pussy
I groaned, writhing like a tramp and screamed when I felt that long, thick head full of huge veins almost the width of my little fingers settle down at the bottom of my booty.
Uncle Carlos' bag was banging on my xanax, and so I knew that all of the noise was coming in and out of me.
It was amazing the feeling of fullness that I felt in my little sketch, as if he had put a bottle of soda inside me but I can't deny it was simply delicious.
Uncle Carlos would take me by the waist and give a really hard punch, making me scream and groan.
It was increasing my arousal and erection, and in less than five minutes I had my first orgasm.
He called me a slutty little whore, and he said that my pussy was very nice but besides the pussy, he wanted to eat my ass.
If your aunt can take it, why couldn't you?
I told him if he'd just take it easy, I would even put that up my ass 'cause I love giving it to your nephew. But his dick was a lot smaller than mine.
Then after wetting his finger on my sketch, he put it up my ass and gave me a whimper. Only the bastard realized that I was enjoying myself and said:
- Did you like it, little bitch?
- I want to leave this little asshole without those prejudices that he has and yet, you're gonna like your bitch.
I can't deny that this talkative pimp made me even more horny, but deep down every woman loves to be treated like a whore during sex.
As he was still eating me out of four I ended up mocking him for the second time, this time being much more intense than the first.
As soon as I made fun of him, Uncle Carlos said:
- Now it's going to be the ass!
- Lie on the bed with your legs out.
I obeyed his request by lying on my stomach, leaving my little bundle at the edge of the bed. Despite being in a favorable position he still asked me with my own hands to open up my ass and leave my butt well exposed. That's what I did and waited for that chest to get into my rear end which even though having carried my husband's poop many times had never entered it anything as big as would enter later.
To make me more excited and relaxed, Uncle Carlos gave a good suck on my already swollen and peeled cheekbones and stuck his tongue in the entrance of my butt making me very horny.
I was already moaning from his sucking and asked him to fuck me right away, ending my torture for good.
The bastard of my uncle spat in his booty and sat behind me... holding that headed booty, at the entrance to my poor little ass and kept forcing it. I think a bit because I was contracting and by the size of its dick's head did not enter, then he passed more saliva on my butt, leaving him more lubricated. He tried again, gave an effort until he broke through the barrier, making pass this huge head and some more of his cock. At that moment I could not hold back a scream and several moans so much that I ended up with my mouth leaning against the mattress to muffle my cries.
I think because he was afraid that I'd give up, my bastard uncle kept pushing all his long and thick pussy into my poor little asshole, leaving him totally busted.
Uncle Carlos, seeing that I was struggling to hold his huge dick in my ass stopped for a while and waited for me to get used. Since it was too much for what I was accustomed to, I needed at least three minutes until the pain and discomfort decreased somewhat.
The discomfort didn't go away, but at least it was better than before.
After those minutes of suffering, and feeling a little more relieved, he began to take almost up the head, making it all come in again. This gradually was leaving me more relaxed and my excitement started increasing because while I fucked my ass Uncle Carlos with one hand masturbating my clitoris , It helped me so much that afterwards I already asked him to fuck me harder .
I almost regretted asking for it, because my uncle had no pity or mercy on me by letting that dick go all the way up in my ass and when he was all inside he still forced his balls into my butt. It was at least 15 minutes of anal sex until I started to feel pleasure from giving an arse to a well-endowed man
- Laugh as soon as I can't take it anymore!
- Fuck my cousin, fuck him good you son of a bitch!!!
- Isn't that what you wanted?
- I hope your nephew doesn't notice the difference!
- Go ahead, you son of a bitch!
Uncle Carlos grabbed me by the waist and slammed his dick ever harder into my ass that was already all hunched up and muffled from constantly going in and out of this huge stick.
My joy came first, my legs stank and an itch invaded my whole body. Uncle Carlos seeing me trembling all in his hands stuck his dick on my ass and was forcing my body against hers. Then I felt a lot of shit washing my intestines, felt several waves of fucking flooding my butt totally torn apart by that pause.
When he pulled his dick out of my ass, I felt an emptiness in the butt.
When I sat down in the toilet, besides a little air that even made a booming noise, it ended up coming out like shit and then I could see how much fun he had inside my ass.
Since we had practically the whole morning to be together, we rested for more than half an hour until he asked me to suck his cock.
I obeyed my uncle by giving him a good lick at whim, till he made it hard again.
He said that in order to preserve me on this day he would no longer eat my cheek or ass, but wanted to make fun of it in my mouth.
I'd suck as hard as I could, since it was impossible to put everything in my mouth.
It took him over 15 minutes to make fun of me again.
Perceiving his agitation and his request for me to suck, as soon as I opened the cassette tape felt several blows in my throat filling my mouth with fucking. The bastard still held my head against its stick and then was forced to swallow everything. I even choked because besides the quantity of semen it consistently looked like a worm!
It was a little hard, but I swallowed it all.
When it was past 11:30, we left the motel. We had lunch at a fancy restaurant with dishes I'd never heard of before, but luckily Uncle Carlos ordered them and after dinner he dropped me off at home.
That afternoon, I had a very sensitive vagina and buttocks. After finishing laying out the clothes that were left in the machine and cleaning my house, I went to bed and fell asleep from exhaustion, woke up when I heard my husband's car entering the garage, jumped quickly out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to take a really relaxing shower and assess how much damage Uncle Carlos had done on my vagina and buttons.
When I took off my panties, I noticed that the rest of what was left inside me had drained out. That's a good thing. Can you imagine if my husband decides to have sex with me when he gets home?
If my husband were to suck on my pussy, would he taste the fuck of another male in his little woman's pussy who even before she met her uncle had been a loyal and devoted wife?
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