Carla: Unfaithful and Raped

In my first story, I told of my wife's infidelity at a holiday camp in the interior of Rio de Janeiro State. Then I related her betrayal at a party held by a colleague who witnessed it all and gave me every detail. Now I deal with this third story, which for some time came to think that would be the last case of his unfaithfulness. My name is Carlos (fictitious); I'm a lawyer; 35 years old, 1.70 meters tall, not athletic physically but with good looks. My wife Carla is much younger than me, she's 25, nymphet type, brunette (or almost mulatto), curly hair, not so pretty in face (just nice) but has the body of a cute girl, short and small breasts hard and very big ass, however rigid and steep, temptation. We are not really married but we have been living together for 5 years. I'm not rich, but I offer Carla a quiet life in the suburbs of Rio de Janeiro where I have a big house with garden and pool and all possible comforts. Ever since I heard about Carla's betrayals, I started making plans to photograph and film these treacheries. (Laughter) And then I remembered a case three years ago where one of my friends asked another friend who was an amateur photographer if he could help him catch his wife leaving the motel. Well, there I was trying to do something similar. But I wouldn't ask anyone for help nor would I have the courage to use these images as a bargaining chip in an advantageous divorce. In my heart of hearts, I knew that I didn't want to be separated from Carla. For reasons I can't explain, I felt (and still feel) this desire to know about everything and even watch it but without assuming to her that I knew about her infidelity. That is when I had the idea to leave my laptop webcam filming our room. It took me a long time to perfect my plan, because I had to make sure she didn't realize that we were being filmed. Since I couldn't record every day, because I needed the notebook to work on it, I picked random days. When I got home from work, I would grab my laptop in my room and run into my office at home to check the footage, but months went by without any success until I realized (from a wet bikini hanging down) that Carla had been frequenting our swimming pool on Tuesdays and Thursdays coincidentally when her boyfriend was coming over for cleaning. I was about to give up, when finally the recording revealed an impressive scene that I will relate in detail. It was about two o'clock in the afternoon, Carla had just taken a shower and walked into her room wrapped up in a towel. She was picking out some clothes when the intercom rang: it was the boy cleaning the pool - I will call him Gustavo <unk> he was a young man of around 20 years old, about 170 meters tall, thin, dark-skinned, not very handsome and with an evil temperament on his face. She pulled open the gateway and ran towards the window. He made an annoyed look and muttered something unhearable. A minute later Gustavo entered my bedroom. Immediately I knew that this closeness wasn't for no reason. He wanted to embrace her, but she pulled away. From the conversation I understood that she was upset because they hadn't slept together for almost a month. One week he claimed to be in a hurry; another, she was menstruating; and yet again, he said there wasn't enough time. When she saw him passing through the gate accompanied by another man, she imagined it would once more serve as an excuse not to have sex with him. He told me that this was his cousin whom he brought over to clean the pool so that he could spend more time with her. She snatched off his handkerchief and tugged at it. She let herself be hugged and kissed, completely naked. It was as if she were a tramp in the arms of that boy. Still standing between embraces and kisses he undressed himself; his penis was smaller than mine. He was younger than her with no steady job or education and above all without any beauty to justify this desire. I felt angry and jealous; even thought about separation. The two of them threw themselves on the bed. Carla spread her legs openly, leaving her little finger fully exposed; she smiled maliciously. She must have been well lubricated because Gustavo lay down over her and penetrated it all at once; he didn't even need to guide his penis. She embraced him with arms and legs while moaning a lot. He was rapidly penetrating; this time for several minutes without tiring out. My wife seemed to be in love. What annoyed me most and intrigued (and simultaneously excited) me was seeing that smile on Carla's face - like a hot dog! She started giving him commands like "make it all", "stronger" and so on, not to stop". He increased the speed and strength of his strikes even more until she enjoyed abundantly. There was no pause for rest. Carla held his dick and ordered him not to let it soften. She said she was ready to give the ass: "He's clean inside and out". I couldn't get that silly smile off my face, which made me furious. She almost never gave me an ass. Now he was offering it like a nymphomaniac. He was already in position four when Gustavo's cousin came into the room - we will call him Paulo. He is tall mulatto, looks hard-working armless man, strong without having badly bruised body. It wasn't pretty either. The reaction of Carla was complete astonishment. He asked, looking at one another what was going on. Gustavo turned: he was now rude and angry. It seemed to me that he had been offended by some joke Carla had made the other day about the size of his penis. He ended up hatching a plan to teach him a lesson. He said: "Didn't you say you really like big dick? So I brought it for him to eat". Did not scold me, saying my cock was small? Now bear with it! Carla worriedly argued that it was just a joke, she didn't even realize he had gotten upset. She asked him if this is why he stayed all the time without fucking her. He still rude replied: "Why should I fuck you? You like big dick! You are a dog". Now taí: A very large stick for you to have fun with. At that moment Paulo took out his shorts and shook them. They were soft but they were visibly long. Meanwhile, Carla did not care and stood up from bed trying to get out of the room. Gustavo threw her back into bed. It was even more rude, and he threatened to assault her. He also said that if she didn't behave herself, he would tell everything to her husband (me of course!). She was frightened, sat quietly on the edge of the bed. The companion approached her and gave him his soft cock to suck. He hadn't said anything until then but just smiled maliciously. Carla put the head in her mouth but showed no dedication whatsoever. Gustavo slapped her hard over the head and ordered: "Was it not a big stick that you wanted? Suck this fucking right". Paulo stuck as much dick into my wife's mouth as he could while holding it by its neck; she suffocated once, twice, three times. It became stiff and revealed the true size of her penis. Every medium-sized stick would look big in Carla's hand, which is very small. But that one was really large and thick; black, it must have measured between 22 and 25 centimeters. He forced so much she vomited. Paulo looked at Gustavo and laughed mocking her. Carla spontaneously went back to sucking the cock. She seemed more interested now, although he said nothing. She herself, seeing this vigorous stick, hit him with it on his face, revealing the tara that she has for a great cock. It was clear that she liked it. Gustavo gave him another slap. This time, he appeared annoyed by her hardness. Paulo asked Carla to lie down. He stroked her little body like a doll, placed it on the edge of his bed in "roast chicken" position and pushed the pocket into its mouthpiece without feeling sorry for himself. The groan was loud. Carla said: "Not everything! It's hurting". Gustavo told him to put everything away with no regrets. Paul did so. They were clearly deeply shocked. My wife sobbed very much, tried to find another position, clutched at the sheet, biting her lips, closing her eyes, trying to close her legs but she could not do that. She endured torture for about five minutes. Paulo lifted her up in his lap. He kept tucking, with her hanging on his neck. It was like a child in the arms of an adult. The moans of pain gave way to pleasurable groanings. Once again Gustavo showed jealousy. He called her slutty, piranha, dog etc. Said that she could not resist a big stick. I have to give him reason. I also felt envious, I also feel inferior. Paul walked away from him, still having it on his lap, without stopping digging. With this he approached the camera. I had a privileged view of that fuck. There were about 5 cm left out of the stick. A fluid was coming out of her vagina, lubricating all that cacophony and dripping down the sack. (Laughter) Carla's little face was fully erect, skin stretched, full-bodied -- she was enjoying and cooperating with this penetration. Then Paul sat on the edge of the bed, letting Carla sit in his lap. She began to roll and move around; sometimes sideways, sometimes forwards and backwards, sometimes in circles. He lay down and let her control the movements. And what moves! Carla rode vigorously. From the angle that the camera was at, you could see her butt sticking out in profile, going up and down. Gustavo stopped swearing and complaining and decided to participate. He grabbed her by the waist and forced an anal penetration. At first he didn't succeed. Then he lubricated the cock with saliva and stuck it all up my wife's ass. You could feel how hard he pulled her waist against his body; they were strong movements. Carla stood between those two men. She sobbed softly. In a few minutes, Paulo mocked. He rested for a couple of seconds and then came out from underneath Carla. The anal intercourse was not interrupted. Carla leaned her head against the mattress, left her butt even steeper and began to massage her clitoris with her fingers. Her groans became more pronounced as she roared ever louder. It didn't take long for her to mock; this time it seemed less intense. Gustavo wouldn't let her rest because he hadn't yet made fun of that asshole. Paulo offered my wife his still-soft cock to suck on. He had his back to the camera, but you could tell that she was sucking and punching him while Gustavo penetrated her just as quickly and vigorously as before. I even envied it because at that speed I would have gotten tired soon. It remained like this for about five or 10 minutes, taking out many moans from my wife until he exploded in a joke which finally knocked him down. Lying next to my wife. Carla seemed to believe that the fuck was coming to an end; so she lay down on her side. But Paulo again had a hard-on. He moved away from this pacifier and went around Carla's body. Without saying anything, he pulled it right up against the edge of the bed. When his head touched my little wife's asshole, she jumped. She protested vehemently, telling him what she couldn't stand. But Paul didn't give in, dragged her back onto the bedside while Gustavo screamed at her, threatening to tell me all about the betrayal. She remained silent without agreeing, but the silence was enough for Paulo to put her on all fours and Gustavo, grasping tightly at her waist, left his ass well exposed to that thick cock. Gustavo spat in his butt and Paul's dick. He slowly penetrated until he lost the whole stick. Gustav encouraged Carla screamed, groaned; it was obvious she was suffering. Paula laughed defiantly, even more so when Carla looked like she would cry. After a while, he pulled the stick out of his ass just to show his partner how much damage had been done. There were traces of blood and they laughed about it. Then he pointed at the entrance of her butt and stuck him in all at once. He seemed like he liked seeing the damage; he repeated that four times or so. Poor thing! She was almost crying. Watching this tape made me feel sorry for her but I thought she deserved to pay the price for being naughty. And Paul did an excellent job with this punishment: After about 10 minutes, the penetration became so strong and violent that Carla ended up lying on her stomach while he threw all his weight onto my wife's fat skirt. She moaned loudly even suppressing the cries with her face tucked into the mattress. Her hands gripped tightly to the sheet. The body was tense. In this position, Paulo made fun of the screams and immediately got off her. Carla lay there motionless while he put on his clothes and Gustavo addressed him with last threatening words. They left without taking a bath or even saying goodbye. She did not get out of bed until after about 30 minutes <unk> time it took to recover and think about the consequences of the shit she had done. As soon as she stood up, she removed the sheet. That's when I could see mockery stains and other bloodstains. The following week, she told me that Gustavo would no longer have time to clean our pool and we'd need to find a replacement. I thought this represented the end of Carla's betrayals, that she had learned her lesson. But my wife's spleen reappeared at carnival that year (2010), before I finished writing this story.