It finally happened... and it was wonderful!

My wife and I were born and raised in the interior of São Paulo, we love each other very much and like to travel a lot. Raised and independent, we now spend our time getting to know different places, foods and cultures as a result of having an enterprise in the publishing industry that at this point can walk on its own. She and I are partners, we make decisions together. She's a mature, educated woman. A literature teacher... professional and well-meaning. One of the qualities I most appreciate in my wife is her charm. I admire you very much. She knows how to dress very well and has a way of walking that is feminine. I love her very much. We've been partners for 26 years, both 46, married and sexually fulfilled. Nothing out of the ordinary, but everything done in a way that leads to full satisfaction. We enjoy each other's company very much, we really love one another. In our partnership, she and I have talked a lot about many subjects. We both know what the other likes, and we also know our limitations fears and fetishes. My wife has had a very strict upbringing and for this reason they have been working incessantly (also from therapies) to free themselves of many taboos and prejudices. I confess that she has improved a great deal in this respect, but unfortunately many of them are still embedded. She still has difficulty telling me about what gives her pleasure, but one day when she was particularly excited (after a drunken party) she confided in me that she is attracted to big men with large dicks. I put this, at the time, on account of imaginary desire for most women. After that, it was never brought up again. Not openly. It never even crossed our minds to do something more daring in the intimate sphere, despite my upbringing being looser than that of my wife. I had sex for the first time at a very young age, and there were many other women before my wife. I love sex and am a voracious reader of chronicles, short stories and histories. And maybe that's why I write now. Mostly stories involving sex, the life force that reigns in all living things. However, if there's one thing I dislike about any narrative, especially erotic tales, it is the supposed ease with which characters break social bonds as though this were "the most normal thing in the world". Breaking taboos may be hyper-aphrodisiac, but it is hard for most people to do. For this reason, I think that these lapses can leave a story unrealistic and the reader's excitement fades. Sex is indeed an indescribably wonderful thing, and it is possible to overcome taboos as my wife and I have experienced. But breaking free from social constraints on the issue of sex is not easily achievable, and in storytelling I think it would be ideal to share one's experience by trying to be as true to facts as possible. And for that reason, I'm going to explain now and in detail what happened in an attempt to convey the exact sensation we both experienced. Perhaps it is still difficult for me to put into perspective what happened, because despite the enormous propensity to classify this as something out of the ordinary, we took it very naturally. While we joyfully enjoy each other's company on these trips, my wife and I also agree that if we go with another couple, it will add tremendously to the trip as we talk about stopping places. And so it has been for the past five years. Sometimes it's just the two of us, and other times there are couples who have been friends for a long time. Although we knew almost all of Brazil, one paradise remained untouched on our list: Jericoacoara in Ceará State, two hundred miles [300 km] west of Fortaleza. However, since we scheduled to travel in July (low season there and everything gets less clogged up, cheaper etc.) almost none of the regular couples could go. We were already content to go without the companionship of another couple when at a family gathering, my wife's more or less distant cousin and her husband (both now 36 years old with no children) showed interest in accompanying us as they too were on vacation. In particular, this cousin and I do not "get along" because of old unresolved differences (she is a lawyer and sometimes anti-ethical). However, I had a few conversations with her husband and he seemed to me like an unassuming fellow - tall, good-looking civil servant who was very playful. Not to mention, we cheer for the same team in town which has increased my sympathy. Tickets purchased, the four of us flew to Fortaleza and at Pinto Martins airport we rented a car. Overcome the immense distance we have reached paradise. The idea was to spend ten days in this unforgettable place. When looking for two double rooms in a guesthouse we found that there was no planning on our part, since almost all the good ones (with air conditioning and swimming pool) were taken. You only go on the awful ones. Finally, toward the end of the afternoon we found an excellent inn at a great price. There was just one small problem: It provided only an empty room with two double beds. This was not the expectation, since for both my wife and I to be on vacation also meant having sex in abundance. And it frustrated me to know that I would have to abstain from this by virtue of sharing a room with others. Sex without privacy was unthinkable to me. Argue here, argue there and the four of us agree to keep this very room. And reluctantly give up intimate moments with my wife for a few days at least. Right after we settled on the rent, while loading up our trash inside... We quietly decided to take turns having sex. One couple would go for a walk while the other made love and vice versa. Tired we went to dinner, took a bath and passed out without much talking amongst ourselves. The next day was wonderful, with food and sightseeing and pictures and lots of beach. We know the Pierced Stone and Jerichoacoara Lighthouse. The company of my wife's cousin and her husband proved to be excellent. We really had a lot of fun. As twilight ended, the relay worked satisfactorily. At nightfall, with the windows closed and air conditioning on full blast... my wife and I had a very good fuck in traditional but mutually satisfying mommy-and-daddy time. But nothing out of the ordinary. Since I'm a vasectomist, we haven't used condoms in quite some time. We took a shower, and when we locked the room to leave... ..we caught sight of them kissing in the pool which is almost directly across from our bedroom. We gave them the key and arranged to have dinner together. About an hour later they arrived at the restaurant where we were. We laughed a lot, drank and talked nonsense. They were drunk and told us that they almost had sex in the pool, but couldn't wait to get inside. I could tell that they were visibly excited about something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. We agreed that the next day they would go to their room first and we'd wait our turn. So after dinner, we headed to the bedroom for sleep. My well-behaved wife donned a very discreet light pajamas and lay on her side facing the wall. I didn't even notice how they were dressed to sleep. However, in the early hours of the morning with eyes accustomed to penumbra I could see that my cousin was sleeping on her side wearing no pajamas at all. She wore only underpants and a T-shirt while turning her ass towards me since it is her husband who occupied the side facing the wall. The sheet covered her from the waist up and her light underwear appeared all buried. Everyone was sound asleep, including her... except me who by this time had a hard-on. She was fast asleep and I stood for a few minutes admiring this stunning sight of beautiful female ass. It was a very sexy position showing well-turned thighs and nicely rounded shapes with the butt being thrown back. I imagined that just there, concealed only by a light cloth was his little bucket. At a certain point I got up (very slowly so as not to wake anyone) and approached that majestic image almost resting my face on those beautiful buttocks. Blocking my urge to rest my hands, I went into the bathroom without waking anyone and there discharged all of my ardor before going back to sleep. On the third day, we repeated our dose: beaches, walks, meals, photos and lots of fun. Early in the evening, my wife and I went for a swim while they were having sex in their bedroom. It's amazing how holidays and heat rhyme with aphrodisiac fervor. I kissed my wife in the pool and felt her full of hard-on. I have to admit, knowing that they were in there having sex and then we'd go inside made me feel cold. I imagined that it was possible the day before they had felt the same way. When they came out and handed us the key, we ran into that room. And when you walked in there was this unmistakable smell of sex. That's when I knew. Tough guy, I noticed my wife was soaking wet. She too had been contaminated by the same libidinous climate. As I penetrated her on all fours over the bed, bikini trimmed to one side, I noticed that she was staring at the bed beside me. All messy and with moisture marks in her pillowcase. I've seldom seen so much juice drip from its beak. I penetrated my wife's vagina vigorously and found that the degree of humidity made it extremely easy for my dick to penetrate. My wife was writhing in deep orgasms. In the shower we had a second (after she toasted me with a wonderful blowjob) and, wrapped in the towel, if it were not for hunger, we would have a third round, something rare in a couple with so many years of road. She was on fire like I've never seen her before. As we walked outside holding hands, I commented on the amount of moisture in her vagina and she told me that even she was surprised by it because it had never happened like this before. She would sometimes run down her legs while walking. He told me that even though he had enjoyed the trance with me so much, it still made him horny. Suddenly she stopped, pulled me into a long kiss and said: "I love you so much. I'm loving this ride". We met them at the same restaurant, and it was about the same subject as last night since my wife and I now understood why they had come in that way the previous evening. There was a special atmosphere of camaraderie and trust between us in which the subject of sex came up quietly, uncomplicated. We laughed about it a lot, and there was no sign of embarrassment. The moral controls remained on, and no one in any way sought to unravel the logic of so much passion. However, it was implied that a couple having sex stimulated the other. And at bedtime, I looked across the wall again in anticipation of seeing a new show. But to my frustration, the sheet this time did not slide on her body and I could see ships. Day four, and the day's history repeats itself: beach, strolling, meals and lots of laughter and pictures. However, this time we came back late at night and the four of us sat by the pool relaxing, chatting away and drinking beer when I realized that it was our turn to use the bedroom first. But for whatever reason, we just stood there resting since we'd already had dinner. Around one o'clock in the morning, sex comes up (after we have talked about various subjects including politics, culture, movies etc.). I related to them that my wife had married a virgin, but that I'd been having many affairs before marriage. They also told us some of the couple's little intimacies, such as preferred positions and so forth. That's when my wife surprisingly pulled a subject on such female imagination by thick members. Both wives identified with such imaginative idealism in which they babble about huge dicks and how it makes them hyper-lubricated. We laughed a lot. Although it was rumored that both couples were aroused by each other's presence in the room, no one would admit anything. But some doors were opened in that conversation. The two couples stayed together, in love each making mutual caresses on their respective partners, some of them more daring. At one point my wife sat on my lap and we began a very "hot" kissing session. Two o'clock in the morning, we were half-drunk and decided to sleep. My wife again in her pajamas, and my cousin on the contrary with a light still burning had taken off his bermuda underneath the sheet and thrown it into one corner. When we lie down, what sleep is that? In the pitch-black room, a horny man awoke minutes earlier and emerged from under the sheets. And just at the sound of crackling kisses coming from the other bed (nearly three feet [1.4 m] separating two double beds) I began to explore my wife's beautiful body with my hands under her short pajamas. She's got a wonderful ass and my right hand was slowly crawling through this spectacular crack. My wife, so ashamed of the sex thing, was showing off. We both got married in our 20s, and I was her first man. And... Unlike the other nights when our sexuality was trapped by shame, this time we decided to go for it. Besides, the darkness seemed to protect us. It didn't take long to leave her half-naked in that twilight, and from under the sheet I took off her pajamas and bra leaving only her panties. Every now and then we'd look up at the other bed, only to see those silhouettes in that mist moving wildly. We really only heard sounds and saw absolutely nothing. I was all in my underwear and with a hard-on. We kissed and hugged a lot, both hands running over each other's bodies. When my wife finally, more confidently took off her panties and opened up her legs in a continuous act I climbed on top. She, with her hand, gently led my member into its crevice, saying: "My God, what madness we are doing!" When I penetrated it, sheet covering us, felt my beloved wife begin to sigh softly and look the other way to see if they were getting. That's when we heard exciting female moans coming from the other bed. My wife's vagina was indescribably soaked and warm, like she had never felt before. After some time of trance, pupils accustomed to the dark could see a little better. I kept penetrating rhythmically into that super-wet crevice, but both my wife and I would look at them from time to time. We could see that half-sheeted, the cousin was lying with her legs spread wide and her husband on top in a frantic back-and-forth between mommy and daddy kissing her very much. Only when single had I witnessed a real sex scene before my eyes. And for my wife, I think it was the first. Only those who have seen such a scene know how exciting it is. At one point their sheets, because of the movements, slid backwards and we could see a scene of two naked men having impetuous sex with his ass up and down. The cousin in particular moaned a lot. But because they were in a mommy-and-daddy position, we couldn't see either their limbs coming in or their breasts. But the scene was magnificent. Her rhythmic movements and moans were very erotic. I thought about tearing off our sheets so they could see us, but he lacked the courage and we're still "protected". Even so, feeling my wife's vagina completely drenched it was not difficult to get the thrill of depositing an enormous amount of sperm inside her. Like I said before, after my vasectomy surgery we never used condoms again. When we were finished, ecstatically still naked and covered by the sheet with eyes totally accustomed to darkness, we stood in shell-shaped embraces watching each other. We could now clearly see that they were having sex without caring about our presence, the two completely naked, her on all fours and him on his knees taking out and putting in this huge stick quickly, holding with both hands their hips. Neither of them looked at us, though they knew we were enjoying ourselves. Now we could see that huge member going in and out of her vagina. His cock was not only thick, but quite long - perhaps more than eight inches [20 cm], with a huge head. My wife whispered in my ear, asking if I knew that he was gifted since his cousin had never touched on the subject among family members. To which I said yes because we frequented the same men's bathroom to pee. Obviously I didn't tell my wife, but he had confessed to me on other occasions that the young girls he ate complained about his size. They would eventually give it to him, but at first they felt a certain discomfort. I only told my wife that I knew he had a monster because I'd seen him in places where men get naked. To which my wife commented softly, wondering to herself how a woman can stand such scope. I replied that it's enough for the owner of the boutique to like huge dicks, be experienced (in the sense of more mature in time) and be well but lubricated. At this very moment, she turned her head immediately staring into my eyes looking surprised at what I had said given our earlier conversation in the pool. He looked at me deeply for a few seconds in the morning and then opened up an enormous smile of happiness kissing me languidly afterwards, not without saying before that he loved me very much. Somehow, I felt grateful to her for saying that as if there was some kind of "implied" permission on my part. I imagined that perhaps you had brought to the surface in her your so discreet and hidden fetish, confidential years ago for me. Yes and no, I loved it. She turned around, and passionate tongue kisses caused us to have sex again in the mom-and-dad position. And this time it was my wife who moaned loudly. I could tell by the way she dealt with me that some lock in her had been broken, and at the time I didn't know exactly what it was. She opened herself wide and seemed to suck my cock with her bouquet in rhythmic movements that would make any man delirious. It rarely happens to her. When we were both having fun (almost together) we noticed that the one who was watching us now was them. We were still covered by the sheet, but now we could all see very well in what had been total darkness. A few silly words were spoken to break the strangeness of the situation and we all four went to sleep utterly amazed at it. On the fifth day, unlike on other days when we woke up early to enjoy ourselves, we opened our eyes at ten o'clock in the morning. I felt that this time there was an atmosphere of embarrassment. The cousin was the one who seemed most ashamed and would shy away from any attempt to talk about what had happened. We didn't go for a walk and the four of us just sat on the beach under an umbrella, sleepy from last night's exhaustion. Meditating on the beach, I concluded that this vacation was going to be wonderful. While my cousin and her husband bathed in that splendid sea, passionate as they were, my wife and I remained sitting in the shade drinking beers. I noticed that my wife was privately trying to talk me out of what had happened the night before. Timidly she referred to how crazy it had been. However, indirectly I noticed that she was circling around to get my opinion on the relationship between "experienced vaginal moisture and large penis", since I had said so and my member is of what's considered normal size. She would ramble "playing green" to see if I'd be more explicit this time. I felt like she wasn't sure what I meant, whether it was a stimulus to her fetish or not. The fact is, I didn't mean anything by it except that I really think a big dick comes in easier when a woman's very excited and she has already given too much. I wasn't referring specifically to her and that unusual humidity my wife had presented the previous nights. But that's not exactly what I said at the beach under my umbrella. On the contrary, I did. I felt that just to bring it up with me would make her extremely happy and for me this was what mattered. She was very affectionate with me. I listened to her talk and was sometimes amazed at how freely (ironically) she referred to his huge penis. He used words like "fat dick" and "giant-headed stick", which I'd rarely heard coming out of his mouth. Now that I wasn't ashamed anymore, it seemed like she was trying to test me. And laughed and drank beer. How nice it was to see her so happy. At a certain point, I realized she brought up the subject of voyeurism. She asked me what it was like for someone I knew to have sex in front of my eyes. I confessed to him that this was all very new and exciting for me, and I'm still a little baffled by the whole thing. But as a grown-up, I thought it was normal and healthy. No big deal. We're adults after all. He also said that I was with the woman I love and this is what mattered. After she answered, I asked her the same question. How did it feel to see someone you knew have sex in front of your eyes? She said to me: "It was a thrill to see that pause go into the little kiss. I got very excited about it". I also asked her if she hadn't gotten jealous, after all I enjoyed your cousin totally naked. To which she promptly replied that she felt yes, but we were even because in the same way also saw her husband's huge and thick cock. Before I could ask her how she felt about this vision, they had returned from bathing in the sea and we were discussing amenities. It was a pity, since I wasn't yet sure if the hard-on displayed by my wife's unusual wetness had been caused by seeing another couple performing in real life or having seen and desired his big fat dick. We hardly spoke to them about what had occurred the night before, for we sensed their cousin's shame. However, that afternoon after lunch the cousin received a very serious phone call. Her law firm called her urgently to resolve a very important matter in São Paulo that would require much time for work. There was no turning down this summons. We were all sad because they would have to pack their bags and travel the next morning, and we both would be without the pleasant presence of them. We didn't go out that afternoon. After they arranged for a paid ride to Fortaleza, we spent the early evening talking by the pool and lamenting that their vacation had been interrupted. At night we have dinner and a bath. While he and I had a beer by the pool, my wife was inside helping her cousin pack. I realized from this conversation how much he regretted having to leave in the morning. He told me that the relationship with his wife had not been very good in recent months (and this included a low frequency of sex between them), but that for the last few days everything was falling into place. For him this holiday in our company was becoming the ideal setting to regain his lost erection. He thanked us so much for this that he was moved. I replied that I was also upset about their leaving because it tested some of my wife's sexual characteristics. He, based on the excitement of that moment, felt confident to ask what this test was and why we couldn't try it ourselves after they left. I explained to him that it would be impossible since the test is about a fetish of having sex while being watched by others. He listened quietly, and I could see that he was a little embarrassed by what I had said. Then we went to bed. In the dark, anxiety reigned between us. Scene repeating itself. Half-darkness, moments of silence and then the moans started in the bed next to me. My wife and I were sideways under the sheets, clutching at each other's shoulders again as I cradled her and smelled the wonderful scent of her hair. This time she'd already gone to bed without her pajamas, wearing only panties and a bra. Our eyes remained fixed facing their bed waiting for the darkness to pass. Looks like we agreed to watch a sex session. We were accomplices in the excitement it gave us. And then we witness the great spectacle again. Although we had spoken very little during the day about this subject of two couples having sex in one room, by nightfall all four of us were entirely at ease, each monogamously with his wife. In that twilight, we realised their favourite position was to have sex on all fours as the cousin's little mouthpiece became wide open and made it easier for this enormous cock to penetrate much deeper. My wife likes all positions, but one day she confessed to me that in the fours position you can feel every little shit inside. I took my left hand inside her legs and, right over the panties, felt it all soaked. I couldn't help but imagine that perhaps my wife's extreme vaginal moisture was the result of a latent desire and restrained by a large stick. Thinking about it made me a mixture of horny and jealous. Continuous act she turned, and then gave me a tasty kiss on the mouth, of those with tongue in frenzy. Without saying a word, and in an audacious manner perhaps confident by the twilight, she threw her sheet on the floor, took off her panties and bra, and at four turned her hot ass over to my side. I've never seen her so bold. You could see the liquid dripping from his little bucket. I sucked up all that honey by slowly passing my tongue down the length of this cave. Oh, that smells wonderful. She moaned and I licked every bit of the bouquet, inside out, lips in. You'd be pouring a lot of fluid. I couldn't take it anymore, so I got down on my knees and penetrated her with one blow. Stick went all the way in, easy. I stared at my wife's back, naked on all fours in the double bed while keeping an eye out for that erotic sight next to it: a couple also nude in another bed having sex as well. I realized how excited my wife was to see them. He showed a firm footing by holding his wife at the waist. How beautiful it was to catch a glimpse of this scene, either by the condition or the manner and posture. How easily that monster would crawl into the little pit and come out all messed up. At a certain point, without stopping the pumping, he releases both hands from her hips and curls his right hand in her long hair and pulls out its locks lightly while with his left hand massages her ass. That's when my wife, without stopping to look, got a hyper-excited orgasm squeezing my dick with her vaginal muscles. It suddenly occurred to me why I had never done the same with my wife, after all her hair is long. But I didn't at that moment. It occurred to me that my wife might have been mocked precisely because her cousin's husband had done this with her. Continuous act, after my wife's orgasm I also enjoyed and we both fell to the side. We hugged, pulled the sheet and slept just like that naked this time without talking. We close our eyes and erase it. The next day we all woke up very early together. Instead of shame, there seemed to be complicity between the couples. In the meantime they would have to leave. Strong hugs and good-bye kisses did not erase the feeling of emptiness as they got into a paid car to take them to Fortaleza. When it was just me and my wife in each other's arms, a low astral inevitably reigned. We had lunch talking very little to each other. The clear feeling was one of disappointment. It was clear that we wanted more of the wonderful sensation of luxury afforded by the departing couple. I tried talking to her about sex, but she'd run away and cut me off. However, early in the afternoon when we were at the swimming pool we were surprised by a return of the same car with only her cousin's husband inside. He told us that at the airport, minutes before he boarded his plane, his wife received a call from the law firm in São Paulo informing her that its directors had changed their minds. Her presence for one or two days at most with the staff she headed in her office was enough. So my wife's cousin insisted that her husband stay in Jerichoacoara, since after the problem was solved she would return to enjoy the rest of their vacation together. A skilled negotiator, she had convinced the firm to pay for two tickets just for her - one bound for the office and another returning her to that paradise in Ceará. Needless to say, we were delighted with the news since he was already there and she would be arriving soon - probably the next morning. I noticed that my wife's astral has been upgraded by this news and it made me very happy. So with his bags all messed up, the three of us just sat there spending an entire afternoon hanging out by the pool drinking beer and taking a bath. At one point he and I were waist-deep in conversation, and I could see my wife lying on her stomach sunbathing over a stuffed towel reading a book. She was well behaved except for her full breasts that almost popped out of the bra. But nothing out of the ordinary, my wife's beautiful breasts were well-appreciated in that bikini. At one point she turned upside down and faced us with her ripped-up, slightly buried colorful bikini. She truly was a delight to the eyes of any man. Despite her 46 years she really has a well-groomed body. Of all the bikinis she had brought, this one was the smallest of them all and most outlined her hips and breasts. I could tell that the cousin's husband was also looking, but discreetly. I went to join her, as a way of marking territory (jealousy arising), while he spoke with another guest some distance away. My wife stopped reading and started sharing a can of beer with me while still lying down. Talking to me in that wonderful weather at one point she started letting go. Talk goes, talk comes and again my wife brings up the subject of sex. We talked about our first intercourse and how uncomfortable it was for her to get used to having something inside of her. We also talked about how elastic a vagina is. At one point she fired a question that was clearly for me a test: "Don't you think an oversized dick could hurt a woman's vagina internally, even one that is stretchy and hyper-lubricated?" To this question I replied that it would not hurt at all since the bottle constitutes a very flexible virtual slit, as even an infant can pass through. Besides, I said lubrication is the key. I declared that the tendency, after you've had a big dick in and out, is for your vagina to go back to normal just like it does after childbirth. "Otherwise, your cousin would be in a hospital stitching up her skirt since she's always having sex with her husband and he seems to like it very much". And then I took the cue, and asked looking at her: "Would you feel good about trying a stick like that?" She seemed to be expecting this question, as she answered without moving from the lying position in which she was: "Every woman has fantasies about this, my dear. Lie to the one who says otherwise. I just think most women, and I include myself on that list, would be afraid of a horny mixed with fear, you know?" And under the influence of alcohol, she kept teasing me: "But it must be a boner to have an enormous, fat dick all buried in your little pocket and feel it inside you whole with nothing on the outside. I swear, by the time she finished saying that my dick was like an iron bar. My jealousy was mixed with an indescribable horn. It sounded like a confession, but it was said by her naturally and spontaneously without shame or shyness. Only by confiding in me what reigned in his most intimate recesses, which seemed to strengthen ever more our partnership as husband and wife. I don't know if she would say that in any situation other than this. And the cousin's husband over there, a few feet away. I wish he'd heard her say that. That's when I challenged her by saying, "Your cousin shouldn't be on this list of fearful women since she always has a big, fat dick at her disposal". And I corrected myself by looking at her again: "So, based on your theory my dear that every woman has big-dick daydreams I think the other women must be jealous of her cousin". Then my beloved wife, without looking at me immediately replied: Love, you have to understand one thing about us women: Instinctively women are very competitive. If one female is telling another that she's got a wonderful cock in her pussy immediately the woman who hears the story will want to receive this same dick trying to make its owner enjoy it more than him. It just so happens that jealousy is a part of female nature, my love". After these words I wanted to fuck her right there, like the craving that dominated me. The fact that she wanted to have her little pussy penetrated by another cunt and insinuate this desire of hers in such a simple, natural way made me want it immensely. I swear that in 26 years of marriage, I have never felt so much passion for my wife as at this moment when hearing those words. However, half a minute later the regret struck and she completed her sentence: "But love, also understand that wishing for something doesn't mean it will happen. Desires are not real and most women sublimate because they fear being called vulgar I am fully satisfied with your cock". I could tell from her final words that despite this desire to try another dick, she was also concerned about the consequences of a forbidden act. In the silence that followed I imagined such a scene, in which she gave herself to an enormous poop. Maybe I wished this would happen more than she did, but I was afraid to make it clear in that conversation. And that's why, even though I was drooling with desire for her... ..I didn't ask her to fuck me at the time. On the contrary, I made up an excuse and left her alone to go masturbate in a bathroom. After having a lot of fun with the handkerchief I began to crucify myself for staying like this, so eager to see her penetrated by another. I took a cold shower and went to meet them. That night we went to dinner straight out of the pool, she's in her bikini and off shore and he just put a bermuda on top of his thong. Afterward we returned to our room, already half upright, happily talking about everything but especially how eagerly we were for the cousin's arrival. This would happen the next morning. We walked into the room and she said that she would be the first to take a shower while we both watched news on television (which was up against the wall). When she locked the bathroom door, we stood commenting on the news. Bermuda-clad I was lying at the head of my bed taking a shower (after an afternoon punch), with his pillow up high and him also in bermuda in the same position as me waiting to be bathed. After about 30 minutes, my wife walks out of the bathroom in her underpants and bra with still wet hair walking calmly between us as if this is the most normal thing in the world. He sits on the bed beside her (and facing him) and starts rubbing cream over his arms with half-open legs, barefoot little feet leaning against the floor. The interesting thing is that the bikini she wore in the afternoon was a little smaller than this white panties which she now wears. However, unlike the bikini, the tuft of pubic hair was visibly perceived by light illuminated underneath the thin fabric of white panties. The fact is, now she was half-naked and the afternoon not. I think until today, I was the only one who'd seen her in those suits inside a room with lights on. What a surreal scene, the two of us looking at the television and occasionally watching it to hear what she was saying. It all seemed normal, but I knew the scene wasn't. For it was clear to me that in my wife's cousin's absence... our three of us together in a lit room caused her half-nakedness to feel terribly forbidden. And it turned me on way too much. Along with the hard-on came an insecurity, after all it was her cousin's husband who was there, someone in the family. I'd be dying to grab her for a fuck, but how would I do that if he was there? And the strangest thing is that on previous nights everything had been so natural in the twilight and now with the light on, it seemed to me extremely embarrassing. When the cream session was over, she stood up and said: "I'm going to have another beer. Is anyone coming with me?" In all our years of marriage, I've never seen my wife so devoted to alcohol. It reminded me of my teenage days when I had to drink in order to build up the courage to be bold. The fridge was almost underneath the TV, more on his side than ours. And as she leaned forward to get the drinks from inside the cooler, we both got a delightful view of that bundle being snatched up with her panties now more buried. My stick looked like it was gonna pop the bermuda. As she lingered in that position, supposedly deciding which brand of beer to pick up, the cousin's husband could not bear it and exclaimed: My wife won't be home until tomorrow, so I have to use the bathroom. He put a pillow on his lap to hide his alleged erection. To which she retorted: "You fool!" We all laughed lightly, and this served to defuse the situation. She threw a tin can at him and opened one for both of us, then sat down next to me giving me a crackling kiss on the cheek. And so it was just the three of us watching TV, drinking and talking. A few moments later she asked me to put cream on her back. She handed me the tube, turned around and sat in a yoga pose on top of the bed with her head down, long still wet hair hiding her face. By smearing her back with that foul-smelling substance, I complained the bra strap would get all greasy. Continuous act she asked to unbutton and with both hands held the front of her bra without dropping it, one hand over each breast as she stood facing him. That's when he, without taking his eyes off the television... exclaims: "Be ashamed no, cousin I already saw your breasts last night there is nothing to hide". Immediately she said: "That's right, what a fool I am". And in a sudden act, she dropped her bra on the bed while I calmly continued to apply cream onto her now totally naked back. As I did so, it occurred to me that last night in the twilight my wife had thrown her bedsheet on the floor and taken off all of her clothes. But I don't know why I thought he hadn't seen her naked. The fact is she was now only in her underwear with her breasts fully exposed to that bright light. When I was done, she went to get another beer from the cooler and paraded in front of both of us with her panties off completely. Walking sensuously, I perceived the two beaks well inebriated by virtue of the highly erotic climate that reigned. If my dick was almost out of Bermuda, imagine his. Drink here, drink there she exclaimed: "Just start drinking a beer that makes me want to pee". And continuously, without waiting for an answer he went to the bathroom while we both continued watching television. It so happens that, supposedly checked out, she did not close the bathroom door. And because the TV wasn't that loud, we could listen to all of this ritual where a woman wipes off her toilet seat and puts down her panties and sits back up there and pours out that jet squeezed through her vaginal lips until it drips. We could also clearly hear her drying herself with toilet paper and then pulling the drain. I didn't look at him for a second, figured he was on TV. But I'm absolutely sure he also heard all that wonderful erotic-urinary ceremonial. When she came back, she sat down next to me. And half-drunk and all snuggled up on my little hill. That's when a girl in a bikini who looked very much like someone we all knew from our hometown happened to appear on TV, and my wife commented: "Isn't she the one who gives it to everyone?" The cousin 's husband replied: "I don't know if it is... she has her clothes on". We all laughed for a bit and my wife then added in her piller tone: I'm going to tell my cousin all about it, you shameless prick! And still laughing, he gave me a nudge and asked me: "Have you eaten this chicken too?" To which I replied: "Unlike him, I fucked her when I was single". It was his turn to laugh even more. Then to the sound of our laughter, she said: "This isn't fair, this sexist world where you men eat whoever you want and we women are left out in the cold. And then I said: "Start now". And I laid her abruptly on the bed kissing his mouth. As I was kissing her, it occurred to me that it had become clear to all of us that he'd already fucked other women after his marriage and oddly enough my wife didn't condemn him for having betrayed her own cousin. It occurred to me the inevitable realization that if she (being a married woman) does not condemn his betrayal (and even enjoys it), then at least morally, she is on the list of unenjoyable married women. And this gave me a hard-on. Seeing us huddled in bed, he got up saying that he was going to take his well-deserved bath and walked without hiding his huge erection. Already inside the bathroom, before closing it added that he would also enjoy and "unload". When he finally closed the bathroom door she turned to me and said: "Did you see that, love?" "That what?" I asked. "He went into the bathroom with his hard stick and is going to punch a fist in there", she replied. That's when I said, This is usually the impact you make on men, especially with those gorgeous breasts sticking out and that underwear buried in your pocket! She gave me a big smile and asked: Do you think I'm beautiful? And without waiting for an answer he continued to ask in a call tone: "Do you have a crush on me? Do you?" You love me? A lot? Want to eat me? Like him... That's when I answered by looking into his eyes: "You are the light of my life. I can't live without you". We started kissing passionately for about two minutes when she whispered to me that I should turn off the lights and shut down the TV. When I did, she swallowed the contents of half a beer can in one gulp and dried her finger. When it was over, she looked at me with an asshole face and said: I could give it to anyone today". She seemed to be "up for the crime". I noticed that in the silence which followed when the television was turned off, it could be clearly seen that the shower had not yet been switched on. Pussy's probably eating loose in the bathroom. I lay down and she gently in the dark took off my bermuda and panties. That's when I said, "You have to be quick. He'll come out of the bathroom soon". To which she replied: "I don't know how to do it fast, and besides he already saw us having sex... Continuous act she took off her panties in the dark and on all fours began to suck me gently, licking the entire length of my very hard cock. When she took off her panties while I was lying there, I thought that she would ride me and not suck on me. But I really liked it that way. For a moment she stopped sucking, raised her head, stared at me for an instant with a wistful look and said looking deeply into my eyes: "I love you so much... but I do!" And he came up to me and kissed me warmly. Then she started sucking my dick again. I sat down to feel better by leaning back on a pillow pressed against the headboard. She went back a little bit, straightened herself out and stood between my legs with her butt dragged towards the bathroom door. She'd put it all in her mouth and I could feel the wet heat covering my dick. Half a minute of delicious sucking and then the cousin's husband slams open the door as if to pick up something he had forgotten in his room. Confronted with darkness and the scene, he stood motionless, exclaiming softly: I was like, "Wow!" My wife didn't even bother turning her head to see what was going on and continued sucking as if hypnotized by my cock. But she knew he was there, for she could not help but hear the bathroom door open and the light coming from it reflected off her bed. And maybe that's why she started sucking me with gusto, shoving my whole dick into her mouth and pulling it out just by the lips making sure to make those wonderful noises only a good blow job makes. She'd hold my stiff dick between her fleshy lips, making the in-and-out moves to get him all wet. The cousin's husband, instead of going back into the bathroom and closing the door, stood there underneath the threshold in a dim light looking at us as if to test whether we would let him see because he had witnessed something similar between us on the previous night. But now he was without his wife. The scene was as follows: I, naked, sitting with my back leaning against the pillow and she on all fours with her head lower than the trunk. From the position I was in, I could see him standing there looking at us and her with his left hand resting on the bed. Her ass crawling up to it... I didn't say anything... should I? I let him watch the kiss. After some time like this, still standing and stationary, the cousin's more confident husband begins to pass his hand on her cock over Bermuda. Act continuous pulled him out and began to beat a handkerchief slowly, stroking that huge head of his cock. I kept imagining that her pussy was supposed to be lit up by the bathroom light and all open for him, and he'd masturbate not because he saw us fucking each other but because he was crazy enough to put his dick in there on this really wide-open and certainly hyper lubricated bottle. I almost did. Witnessing this scene was indescribable. Every once in a while, she'd stop sucking me and take one little peek behind her to see if he was still there with his dick out. I felt at once an unimaginable excitement and a profound fear of it all. My beloved wife now seemed unprotected, vulnerable and distant from me. It was me she sucked, but I'm sure it was for him that she gave the show as he got more and more of her soaked bottle. A few minutes into that scene and he took two small steps towards us out of the door sill slightly entering the dark room. The bathroom stayed with the light on. That was when she turned her head again, looked at him, smiled and returned her mouth to my cock in that wonderful exercise. Feeling confident he gently marched a little farther towards us and now masturbated vigorously to the full extent of his huge cock. If it was just the two of us, me and my wife in that room, I'm sure she would be riding me by now. But because he was so close to her, she just kept sucking me off... and waiting... showing up and waiting. He knew that we both had already figured out he was masturbating and didn't condemn him for it. That's when he suddenly exclaimed to himself: "Fuck that shit!" And in a single gesture, he approached and tenderly placed his spread left hand on my wife's butt and her little ponytail with the middle finger down and thumb up. She let out a slight sigh of exclamation with her touch and continued to suck me. And there I was, for the first time ever seeing a man touch her. There you go! Her psychological seal had been broken. At this hour a burning has invaded my stomach. A feeling I've never experienced before. A mixture of excitement and agony. Thirst and jealousy. I stared at the scene in front of me and quietly waited to see what he would do. With his left hand he lightly stroked her butt and kiss, while with the right one masturbating. When I realized he'd buried his middle finger in that jelly bean she closed her eyes, stopped sucking me and began to groan rhythmically still holding my penis with her right hand. He clearly saw that she was enjoying it very much and I had not prevented her from doing so. And so, seconds later he stood up and did what the three of us secretly wished... He took one more step forward and stuck the big head of his giant cock in the doorway to her little house, threatening very lightly that he'd give it a shot. She released her hand from my stick, held it tightly in my hands, leaned her face against the bed between my legs, loosened up and prepared herself for what was to come. Holding myself, I sought support which I did not refuse. Perceiving this as a sign of approval, he slowly buried her and to everyone's surprise she accepted everything until the end like a knife in butter with only a slight groan at first. I was right in my theory, i.e., super lubricated she had no difficulty letting herself fit entirely into her giant cock. Jaws like that would have been difficult to get in, tearing but my wife's vaginal lips were fully dilated. That big, fat dick was totally housed inside her vagina. The moment his pubic hair touched her ass, she let out a deep groan as the penetration was total. A few seconds stopped, when he realized that his little girl was already accustomed to the monster, began putting and taking off, at first lightly and then more rhythmic. I swear it crossed my mind that she should use a condom with him, but since we came here to fuck each other's wives, obviously there was none available. Maybe he was joking around. What a scene. There are no words that can describe... My beloved wife, roommate, mother of my children and faithful companion for 26 years. Of four... all open wide being totally penetrated by her own cousin's husband's huge dick without her knowing it. And me there, giving consent. A married man with a giant dick was fucking my wife in front of me. And she was loving it. After a few minutes he was already stopping vigorously holding his hips until my wife began to moan loud and shameless. She's never been much of a talker during sex, but in this trance she was upset with her erection and began to exclaim out loud: "Give it to me, you handsome male without pity. Do with me what you do with her. Fuck you. Fuck you. He fucks me all the time. You go. There you go. I want more. Fuck me hot like you do with your piranhas. I'm your little bitch now. Have fun in this little cup, have fun. In there". My lovely wife, drenched in lust. Acting like a whore... A slut begging for pussy as if I wasn't even there! My dick was hard as shit, which just goes to show how exciting it is for me. I never thought it was. I never imagined this would happen. Wanting to get a better look at the climb, I slowly let go of his hand and moved out from that position leaving them alone in bed standing near their ass. With only the bright light coming from the bathroom I could see him standing with his bermuda on the floor and her four-legged over the bed, all bucket wide open to him, ass flashing. And he was ruthlessly inserting, taking everything out and putting it back in again very quickly pushing her forward. He would enter her to the limit, certainly reaching into your uterus. It was clear to see the thick, fully soaked coccyx being wrapped around her vagina's lips as she moaned. The bed was already deeply wet, for the liquid from the drawer poured out in abundance. The smell was unmistakable. It smells like sex. The sound emanated by the lovers was intoxicatingly erotic. And that's when he did exactly what he had done with his wife the night before: without stopping, he released both hands from my wife's hips and pulled her long hair gently with his right hand while massaging her little bundle of left thumb lightly buried in her anus. The difference is that after a few seconds, with the back-and-forth, he seemed to sink his thumb deeper into his arse than it appeared to have done in his wife, sticking him almost entirely inside her. The enormous stick, all ragged up and down, kept coming in and out loudly and rhythmically. And he exclaimed: "Sweet little flower, wet and sweet little flowers". As he went in and out of the huge fucking thing, I was struck by how much fluid poured from his jizz bottle... soaked into his cock and flowed down between his beautifully twisted thighs. She seemed to mend one mockery after another. What a beautiful scene, but at the same time agonizing for me. Something in me seemed to be lost. But at the same time, the woman I loved was being immensely happy. And she kept encouraging him no matter what I heard: Hurry up. I want you to be stronger. Hurry up. You go. It's eating me up. Fuck me like this. Fuck you. He fucks me hard. He eats me good. Well deep that I will mock. Push hard into my pocket... All the way. This is delicious. That's a good-looking guy. Eat your whore, eat. You're messing with my ass. That's it. Fuck, fuck and fuck. She moaned so loudly that she felt the pleasure of being taunted countless times in a visible way. I sat on the other bed and it was my turn to jerk off. I've never had so much fun in my life, as the amount of fucking that flowed from my pussy at this ecstatic scene. My cousin's husband was the last one to make fun of us three. In one last thrust he held her firmly by the hips and howled loudly ceasing his movements. And the most interesting thing just happened. When he pulled out the already partially soft monster I could see for a few seconds, as never before in my life by the light coming from the bathroom, its mouth barking wide open and raging. And from inside it slowly poured a huge amount of shit that dripped on the bed. It was as if the stick were still there, since the vaginal spasms sucking out his poo continued unceasingly. I noticed that the fluids from your bottle were still dripping and wetting the bed. It was evident what "damage" that huge cock had done to my wife's beautiful little mouth by enlarging it too much. But she didn't seem to mind, on the contrary. After a few moments she calmly turned herself around, and still on all fours with him standing upright, she, with her mouth, proceeded to wipe the immense head of his dick with sucking movements of her lips. She obviously had a hard time putting that monster in her mouth, but she was content to massage her tongue over the head of it while sipping what little fucking left. So she licked it, squeezing with both hands the huge pussy till there wasn't any fucking left. She, with me, seldom let me mock in her mouth. However, with him she seemed to take enormous pleasure in swallowing a reasonable amount of shit which he poured into her mouth. Cleaning up, he then made his way to the bathroom while she lay fainting in bed. When I went to join her, I noticed that without saying anything he closed the bathroom door and finally took a shower. I hugged her from behind in that twilight, pulled the sheet and we continued to hold each other. At first, we didn't speak to each other at all. And all of a sudden she turns to me and says again: "I love you so much... but I do!" He hugged me deeply and then he turned around, snuggled in my arms until we fell asleep exhausted, both of us naked. Hours later, very early in the morning I was awakened by some moaning sounds. She wasn't in my bed. I noticed your thirst for big dick wasn't satisfied yet. I don't know how long they were making out, but I suspected he had only gotten to the end of the climb. The picture I saw from my bed was this: They were positioned on top of his bed diagonally and looked like old lovers. He lay on his stomach up and she was riding him slowly, knees leaning against the bed and her hands rested upon her chest. Her ass would slowly rise and fall, sucking every inch of the immense pussy. From where I stood, it was clear to see her huge cock being completely enveloped by the big lips as she slowly moved up and down. I gazed at her naked kneeling on top of him and admired his beautiful body, its loose hair, its well-worn waist, its butt and boobs rocking. I exclaimed to myself how beautiful she was feeling so horny. I got my stick back like a rock and started punching myself lightly without them noticing. At a certain point she stopped with the cock in it, stood upright and literally sat on the gigantic cock with her palms of both feet resting against the bed. That's when you really get a glimpse of the scale of this penetration. Of all the sex positions, this is perhaps the most complete penetration for both of you. He started sitting rhythmically and loudly making that sound of his body banging against another. She would get up really high, and then she'd come down real hard. And in this move, because his dick was so big... the cock wouldn't peel off from its bottle, it just showed her huge head all wet. In this position, as she sat on him his hands began to stroke her breasts massaging and caressing the erect beaks. I felt again the strong smell of sex entering my nostrils, a sign that she would mock. Her eyes closed and her head down, moaning softly not to wake me. At a certain point, in the same sitting posture as you do, she raised her body up just a little bit more, untied the bucket stick, held that gigantic torso and directed it at your kitchen door. All I did was lean over, sit tight and pull. I would pull over, press down and take off. She'd put the lambuzed stick in her little anus, press down and sit wherever she wanted to, then take it out. He was just testing with absolute control of the situation. Each time he'd go in a little bit more, maybe wanting to get at least the big head inside. That's when, in a moment of courage she buried at least halfway up the wet puddle and stopped. He just stood there for a few seconds with that giant dick buried up his ass, didn't move and then he took off. That's too bad. That's when his dick got stuck back in her bouquet and then she moved around a lot, taking it off and putting it on quickly until she mocked. I confess it crossed my mind to join them. But much more driven by my sense of being alone than horny. I resolved to sit quietly, just observing and moving as little as possible so that they would not notice my presence. This is her moment. Just her. Then, without coming out of her... he sat down and they kissed for the first time. She braided her legs behind his butt in order to hold him inside of her. And without moving, they just started kissing each other with the huge dipped cock all buried in their little bucket. They stood like that for long minutes, just kissing each other as two lovers completely glued together. At first their kiss was energetic, then it evolved into a calm and exploratory form, one tongue entwined with another. I saw him nibble his lips slowly kissing every bit of your mouth. And the huge dick stayed all this time completely stuck inside of her. Then they switched positions, he laid her gently on the bed and licked both breasts for a few minutes. Then he opened his legs, licking her body until it reached her vagina. Another beautiful scene. He's got his head between her legs, sucking on her pussy and with both hands clutching at both breasts. She nibbled on her clitoris and stuck her tongue in the wet canal. She moaned and groaned. Short but twin. I've never really seen her like a climb so much. After a few minutes of this tremendous sucking on her bouquet, he turned around and offered his stick to do the same. Obviously she didn't refuse and went on to gently, calmly stick her tongue down the entire length of his enormous cock like only she knows how. Then he sucked out as much of his head as he could and tried to put the whole thing in his mouth. He caught her with his lips and he kept wagging his tongue, swallowing what he could get. A few minutes like that and he crawled up on top of her and shoved his enormous dick in your pocket. They started a slow, quiet mommy-daddy. My eyes accustomed to the dark let me see that they were imitating exactly what had happened a few nights earlier between your cousin and her husband. At a certain point, he left that pause all parked in there and began again to run with his mouth her beautiful full breasts. You could tell she loved it when he walked all over her body without taking the stick out. She sucked one breast and then another. He licked, bit and suckled the erect nipples. Then he went upstairs and stared at her for a few seconds and leaned his mouth on your appetizing lips. My wife wrapped her arms around him tightly, and I could see how they threw their tongues back together passionately. They stayed like that for a few minutes. My wife is a very good kisser, and she seemed to suck every drop of this forbidden kiss. And thus, kissing him with his legs braided on her back and the gigantic stick motionless all buried in its thoroughly drenched bucket my beloved wife had another mighty delight. From the way it looked, there was no doubt that this was a multiple orgasm because it went on for quite some time. She seemed to be having an uncontrollable boner. When he unfastened his mouth from hers, he then proceeded to lift up his huge body and pour all of its weight on her. She held her knees in a position that opens the bottle wide for him to fuck her hard. The feeling I had was that he was now her man and she, like a whore in submissive fashion, just obeyed. His nails were firm and rhythmic. And she would exhale a groan at every punch. He looked like he wanted to go all in on her. It was an energetic, deep and extremely poignant climb as if they knew it would be their last. And he took and buried everything, taking and burying it all... Many minutes passed like this, until looking deeply into her eyes he flooded it again, filling his cup with sperm. In his last strokes he sought more depth. They stood like this, him on top and her all squashed up for a few moments until the stick went soft in there and both of their breathing returned to normal. You could see the sweat dripping from his back and trickling down on the bed. Sometime later, breathing normally and without leaving the Mom-and-Dad position, they started talking quietly in order not to wake me up. Conversation is interspersed with kisses on the mouth, whispering in each other's ears and laughing softly. They stayed like that for a long time, making out with each other. The dick softening inside of her. She would caress his back with the tips of her fingers and he'd give a few kisses on the mouth and others in return. At this moment I felt a pinch of jealousy. Much more from being sidelined than the climb itself. That's when they looked at me, and saw that I was watching them sitting there absorbed in the moment. That's when he quietly got off her and she went back to our bed. She sat on the edge, looked into my eyes and for a few moments began to caress my face without saying anything. Naked as I was, he pushed me gently and affectionately to lie down. He stood up and sat on my very hard stick burying it all in his open wet little bucket just like he had done with him moments before. I looked to the side and he seemed uninterested, having turned over on his side for sleep. She went up and down for a few minutes on my penis always looking me in the eye. I perceived in his eyes an indescribable emotion adorned by a slight smile. Her vagina was incredibly hot and wet. At first I thought this was just a rewarding gesture on her part, but I changed my mind when I saw her close her eyes and begin to moan. I turned and lay on top of her without removing the stick inside. She, arms around my neck in a traditional mom-and-dad look deeply and passionately into my eyes and whispered to me: "Eat me now, go eat my husband the only man in my life!" I penetrated it vigorously and felt its sheath contract like never before. Her vaginal muscles seemed to be well trained. Imagine a massage like that, wet and super hot. Besides, for me there was the indescribable sensation of billing my wife's freshly eaten cup by another guy. I couldn't get it out of my head that my dick was mixing with another man's fucking inside his cave... And this made me extremely excited. We kissed a lot, and I immediately laughed. Tired, we faint soon after. My wife and I woke up the other day almost at noon. He was not there, for (we learned later) his cousin had called on her cell phone and asked that she pick him up at the airport. We had coffee like newlyweds. We walked along the beach holding hands, talking a lot about children, finances and so on but not touching this subject until then or caring where he was. It all seemed like a dream, since everything had happened so naturally. The events occurred so lightly and loosely that it seemed no affront to society had been committed. My wife seemed immensely happy, like a child who had fulfilled an unattainable wish and I at that moment loved her more than anything in life. In the afternoon after lunch, lying in a net she could not resist the silence that naturally imposed itself and looking into my eyes asked: "Please... I really need to know what it was like for you to see your wife fucking another man?" I was taken by surprise and hesitated for a few seconds before answering: "An extremely powerful mixture of jealousy and passion". And I went on: "I felt that you were fulfilling a long-repressed desire, and I forced myself to think it would be better if you did so with me present than alone. But I confess that it was hard for me not to think about how everyone would react if they knew what had happened, since I'd feel bad when they labeled me a "horn". I've never been a big fan of stereotypes like "liberal couple" or "swinging couple". I sure as hell don't want this for me. I think a label diminishes the enormous range of possibilities for living life. I don't want to feel tied down by this record, but I do like it as a stimulus. But if I had to sum it up, I'd say that I really enjoyed what happened. However, all this is still very young". Taking advantage of the fact that she had brought up this subject, I was curious to know what they were talking about after climbing. This is what she told me: "He whispered in my ear that he'd never had such a complete fuck as with me (and look how many women he used to eat, even after they were married) and that my little butt seemed to fit snugly on his dick. A rare thing for a man of that caliber". He also said that he'd never fucked a woman so hot and lubricated. And if it went on like this, I would have the same fuck over again. I laughed and thanked him for the compliment, joking that he probably said this to everyone who ate. I also told him that I enjoyed climbing with him, too. He was able to reach into places of my sexuality that had never been explored before, as his dick filled me up like it's never done before. However, even though I felt entirely "eaten", this would be the first and last time. And I made him promise that my cousin would never know. I would deny it forever". "And what did he say", I asked. She replied that he made a muggy face and was visibly upset because she realized he really wasn't going to eat her again on another occasion. However, against his wishes she reassured me that for her part there would never again be anything between herself and the husband of my cousin. His words: "Honey, I realize now that the only reason this fantasy was possible for me is because you were by my side consenting to it. Ever since I was a teenager, my dream has always been to have a big fat dick in the closet. And when I sought out my cousin's husband last night for one more climb while you slept, So I can assure you that even though he fucked very well, it was just this once and done. It wasn't him, it was the big dick. It could be anyone with a big dick. My first time with a gifted person had to be like this: With someone kind, patient and married (and who wouldn't want "relationship" later) and you consenting. I felt totally penetrated. I loved allowing a hot, experienced female-eating male with a big dick to take all his joy out on me. It was a wonderful feeling to realize that he poured so much shit into my vagina and I gave such pleasure to a man who has no love affairs with me. Yet precisely because he has shown himself to be a very affectionate, gentle and masculine perfect lover I am completely satisfied in my desire for a big dick". I was both relieved and frustrated. Even I did not fully understand these feelings that now plagued me. In the afternoon, when my wife's cousin returned to our living quarters we both acted as if nothing had happened. We're super happy to have you back, but nothing beyond that. At night, we'd each fuck his wife. The only difference was that the rotation of our room resumed. At her request, I suppose he kept his promise of silence as she acted naturally. And that's how we spent the rest of our wonderful days in Ceará. I fucked alone with my beloved wife in the bedroom while they waited outside. I realized that my wife had lost some of her charm and was no longer so lubricated. But I've noticed that she is much looser and more sexually active. He started talking cool, exciting words during coitus to stimulate me. Some of them related to his recent affair with a lover. And I loved this. Even though it was some time ago, the memory of that incident still spices up my wonderful marriage. To this day, she calls it "forbidden play" and claims that my attitude toward the fulfillment of her wish has brought us closer together. Partners in everything, even this. Recently, wanting an encore of that excitement, I asked her if she didn't feel like trying the "forbidden game" again and she told me affectionately that life permits few follies and that she thought her quota was already filled. However, I confess that I did not feel much conviction in his words. Being a very private woman, I never knew since then if they met again or she had sex with someone else. The fact is, she's never been more lubricated than in those days and so I think that really sated her. What a shame. I confess, however, that sometimes I prefer to think of her as an insatiable female rather than a placid wife. And this inexplicably multiplies my attraction to her. One day I decided to write about this experience as a way of understanding it better, but had never published. I told her what I had written and she asked me to read it, made one or two adjustments and judged that it was true to the facts. I asked if he could anonymously flaunt the whole story to encourage someone who might have had a similar relationship as we do. And she kissed me goodbye, making me promise that we would never meet anyone who read this story. And so it has been to this day.